Ann's earrings glitter, and Makoto sits on the nachos

Not having a free hand, Makoto didn’t tuck her dress beneath her before moving to take her seat on the other side of Ann’s nacho tray. At that moment, a faint glimmer shone in Ann’s earrings, and unbeknownst to either girl Ann’s hand inconspicuously scooted her tray over just enough to ensure Makoto got a butt coated in thick, hot nacho cheese. When Makoto’s butt touched down, it was accompanied by the sound of crunching and a yelp of surprise. Her still-wrapped ice cream and drink slipped from her hands, falling onto the bench. Amazingly, the drink didn’t spill, but that was lost on the girls as Makoto jumped to her feet, her head whipping back around to look at where she just tried to sit. Sure enough, a nearly empty tray of smooshed nachos and cheese was there. Makoto was mortified, unable to believe she just did that, her face flushed red again.

“Ann, I’m so sorry,” she said hurriedly.

“Forget about that! What about your dress?”

Almost as if she forgot, a renewed look of surprise spread across Makoto’s face as she spun around, pointing her backside toward Ann. Through the dress, only a faint trace of yellow was visible over her butt. Until Ann reached out and lifted the back of Makoto’s dress. It peeled from her legging, showcasing a yellow butt with broken fragments of nachos strewn about. With how they were arranged, if one squinted a little, they may be able to make out a shape that vaguely resembled a smiley face. A snort of laughter escaped Ann.

“Ann,” Makoto said, a faint blush on her cheeks.

Ann cleared her throat. “Sorry, sorry, I know, but you’ve got to see this,” Ann said, snapping a quick picture with her phone, ignoring Makoto’s protests. Then, she spun her phone around to her friend. “See, it looks like a smiley face! You’ve got to admit that’s kind of funny." Makoto’s face told her she didn’t agree.

Even with her leggings, Makoto felt antsy with her dress being lifted, especially with how much attention she felt was being drawn to her butt. Ann’s intense focus on it wasn’t helping those feelings either. Makoto moved to turn around and lower her dress only to be stopped.

“What are you doing,” Ann said firmly, locking eyes with Makoto. Despite herself, Makoto found herself stopping in her tracks. “We don’t want this to ruin your dress!”