On another date. Rarity sat late at night, looking into the eyes of an enchanting stallion from across a dinner table. A single candle lit his face like the sun. Rarity has become infatuated, as she often does. The moody atmosphere of the restaurant really lets her emotions flow. Blue carpets, blue tablecloths, and wide windows. Candles offer the only lighting, one sits on each table.

Rarity had worn her best dress. A white, silken dress with a long tail. She wore this only on special occasions, and she felt like tonight was special enough

The stallion was watching out for the waiter, but before he could ask how much longer the food would take, the waiter brought the first course, soup, to the table. Rarity picked up her spoon, still looking over at the stallion, and dipped it into the hot liquid. She can't recall what kind of soup she ordered, but she didn't care, she just wanted to be here with him.

She let the spoon grace her lip, then sipped daintily on the soup. Cream of tomato. It's her favorite, how could she have forgotten. Oh that's right, she's entranced by this stallion. She dips the spoon again, allowing a little less soup into it. It was a bit hot, and she didn't want to burn her tongue.

Rarity took another sip of the soup, it was very nice. Mood music began playing. Something faint, like a moth in the night. It was a sort of duet, a cello and a trumpet. An interesting combination, but sounded lovely. The cello reminded Rarity of herself smooth and soft, but still strong. The trumpet was like this stallion, majestic, powerful, and beautiful.

Rarity listened for a while, eating her soup, and gazing upon the stallion. The soup had cooled to an appropriate temperature. Rarity was able to eat bigger spoonfuls without burning her tongue. Rarity went to rest one of her fore legs on the table. She quickly stopped herself, she almost knocked the soup bowl over. Thank goodness she was careful enough to avoid doing so.

Rarity was a little tired, it was late and she didn't get much sleep last night, since she was up all night, working on dresses. She yawned a bit, then stretched out her forelegs. She felt her hoof touch a tray and it tipped onto her lap. She cried out as the hot soup spilled onto her dress

"SHIT! OW! OH THAT BURNS!"

The eyes of everypony in the restaurant were on her now. Time to go.

Author's Note

Thanks to Princessofthenight for the idea