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Green in the Teeth

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Maya smoothed down her dress for the hundredth time, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Tonight was the Winter Formal, and she was finally going with Tyler—the guy she'd been lowkey crushing on since homeroom. Her phone buzzed with a text from her bestie: 'You got this queen 💅'

She grabbed a quick snack before heading out, stuffing some spinach into her mouth as a reflexive healthy choice. Bad move. As she rushed to the door, a piece got stubbornly wedged between her front teeth.

Outside, Tyler's mom pulled up in a minivan. Tyler hopped out, looking actually cute in his suit—which was a total plot twist. But then his little brother pointed at her and yelled, 'Look! She's got green stuff in her teeth!'

Maya wanted to vanish. The embarrassment hit her like a freight train. She practically shoved past them to hide in the bathroom, her face burning hotter than a thousand suns.

She emerged five minutes later, mortar. Tyler was waiting by the door, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled—actually smiled.

'You good?' he asked.

'So good,' she lied, palm sweating as she reached for his hand. His fingers intertwined with hers, and suddenly the spinach incident seemed small.

At the dance, they navigated the awkward slow songs and the chaotic group photos. Maya's bully from middle school showed up with her crew, throwing shade as usual. But tonight, something shifted. Maya didn't shrink away.

'Your dress is... bold,' the girl sneered.

'Thanks,' Maya said, standing tall for the first time. 'I picked it myself.'

Later, Tyler pulled her aside during a slow song. 'You know,' he said, 'I was gonna ask you anyway. Even before you—'

'Don't say it,' Maya groaned, hiding her face in his shoulder.

'Even before you had spinach in your teeth,' he finished, laughing.

Maya laughed too, realizing this wasn't the end of the world. Sometimes the most embarrassing moments became the best stories. And as Tyler's palm found hers again, she thought maybe—just maybe—being perfectly imperfect wasn't the worst thing in the world.