12 & 28
Prompt: milkshakes
12. Marcia & 28. Nicky Doll
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Marcia always appreciated her university’s foreign exchange program, even though she hadn’t had a chance to directly participate. At least, that was the case until an exchange student from France moved in across the hall.
Initially, they would just share casual conversation in passing, but it developed to seeking each other out to talk, to ask and learn about each other’s cultures. The student, Nicky, in particular had taken an interest in the classic Americana aesthetic and went as far as bringing it up to Marcia in one of their chats.
Her eyes lit up. “Oh! I know just the place,” she beamed, taking Nicky’s hand. “Come with me, you’re gonna love it.”
Nicky decided not to question her, smiling in anticipation as she followed her lead.
Marcia led her down a few city blocks before stopping at a fifties themed diner. She guided her inside and into one of the booths. “This is what you were talking about, right?”
“Yes!” She nodded enthusiastically. “It’s like Grease!”
She giggled, happy to not be the only one making musical theater references. “Yeah, exactly.” When the waitress arrived, Marcia took the lead and ordered a few diner staples, figuring something Nicky would like would be in the mix.
The first thing the waitress brought to the table was a large milkshake, placing it in the center of the table and setting two long straws beside it. While Marcia unwrapped the straws and put them in the glass, Nicky watched in awe, remarking, “god, you could bathe in that.”
“There are individual ones, I just thought this would be more fun,” Marcia admitted, leaning forward to take a sip and gesturing for her to do the same.
“It’s delicious,” she replied after tasting it. “Though it feels more like a date, doing it this way.” She tilted her head, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. “Was that part of your plan? It’s very cute, though you could have just asked.”
Her face turned bright red at the accusation. “O-Oh I didn’t… I mean not that I wouldn’t… Um, I mean…” She took a deep breath as she tried to find her words. “I hadn’t thought this out at all, but if you’re interested, I’m certainly not going to argue.”
“Then it’s a date,” Nicky shrugged, leaving Marcia to wonder how it could really be that simple.










