She walked in exactly five minutes late. Casual and content, she seemed completely at home with all these Southren boys. As she walked, heads turned. Then the whispers started up.

“Who is she…?”
“Where’d she come from..?”
“Who’s she with..”
“Is she taken? Or single?”

Everyone was trying to figure out who, if anyone, she had come with. As they watched her, she went around and just.. mingled. She seemed to know anyone and everyone.
Soon, people lost interest. They went back to their original converssations as she just talked to everyone.

As she talked, she admired their coustumes. And they admired her’s, exspeically the guys. She had come dressed as a old movie cowgirl. Her hair was in two frenchbraids under her hat. She even had on cowboy-boots.

Half-way through the evening, she found who she was looking for. Excusing herself from her current conversation, she walked up to him and stuck out her hand.

“I saw you standing here alone so I decided to introduce myself. I’m Ally.”

“Bret.”