Pretty Please With Sugar On Top

As she picked up her backpack she could sense his distaste and discomfort. She'd been so focused on herself that he hadn't realized that this might be awkward for him as well. She scolded herself as she followed him out the front. He motioned to a large and fancy car waiting in front of the diner and she just stopped and stared, suddenly aware of how dirty and unkempt she was and how perfectly flawless he was. How was it OK for her to even be thinking that she could be anywhere near that car. She hesitated, glancing up at him, seeking permission in a way. Maybe one last chance for him to realize he had made a mistake...