She greeted me with purple hair,
in a purple dress
with a single, exposed, white bra strap.
She knew she looked good by the way I missed my next step.
As I fell, her gaze caught me.
I floated, not so gracefully,
into the
embrace of the cold, gray concrete;
I blinked. She winked.
Then there was a distinct sound that made my heart ripple.
She giggled.