Kyle had decided to take Lyra to a nice restaurant one evening. It was somewhat of a nicer place than usual, but not formal. The place was a bit crowded, so they had to wait a bit before they were seated. Either way, the place was very nice, both of them thought. Even with her fabricated memories of Equestria, Lyra still enjoyed the place.

"I'm still amazed that, even without magic... humans have still gotten very far in this world." Lyra said.

"Yeah," Kyle said over his pasta pesto. "we've become accustomed to what we have access to, and learned how to make the most of it."

"But, either way..." Lyra said. "...I'm still gonna miss you when I have to go back!"

Kyle fidgeted with his fork a bit. "I know..." he said.

Just the thought of her leaving again was making Kyle heavily reminisce of the time when Lyra had to go back to Equestria. He truly thought that he would never have the chance to see her again... and as of right now, that seemed to be the case here, too.

Soon enough, the two decided to pay leave the restaurant after finishing their meal, and saw, in the plaza, that there was an event happening.

"Wonder what this is all about...?" Kyle said.

"Let's go check it out!" Lyra said.

The two got closer and saw that it appeared to be a formal dance in the plaza of the promenade they were in. There were some people dressed in formal attire all gathered in the square with a classical band playing the music.

"Well, this looks like fun!" Lyra commented.

"I agree..." Kyle said. "...too bad we aren't dressed for it."

Lyra rubbed her chin whilst raising a brow and smirking as she looked at Kyle's attire.

"I can change that right up..." she said.

Before Kyle could even ask what she meant, her eyes began to glow her trademark gold color, and he happened to see patterns of light the same color appearing on his clothing. Though they were in a fairly dim spot, he could still make out some subtle alterations that were being made.

Kyle could feel the fabric of his T-shirt, his jacket, and his jeans were changing. His jeans were becoming a little more smooth and thin. His shirt was becoming a bit more firm, and he felt the short sleeves lengthening down his arms under his jacket, which felt like it was getting weight added to it. Plus, he could feel his shirt creeping up on his neck and slightly squeezing. He tugged at it... and found that his shirt had been transformed into a button-up dress shirt with a collar.

The flat sensation he felt from the jacket on his shoulders prompted him to feel his changing outerwear in the dim light... and he realized it was now a dress jacket the same color as his slacks, which used to be his jeans. Even his tennis shoes had been turned into sleek, polished, black dress shoes.

Lyra had turned Kyle's entire set of clothing into a jet-black tuxedo with a red bow tie. He checked himself out as best as he could in the dim lighting.

"Now that suits you pretty good!" Lyra said. "How do you like it?"

Kyle held out his arms, and made various poses to get a feel for his newly-transformed attire. He pursed his lips and nodded.

“Not bad, but..." Kyle began. "...I'm not really one for bow ties."

Lyra narrowed her eyes and smiled.

“Well I think it makes you look quite handsome.” she said. "And now for my getup..."

Lyra channeled her Unicorn magic once more, and she enveloped herself in pockets of light. Her magenta tank-top faded to black, and began to merge with her jeans, which also turned the same color. Even the fabric became the same. The legs of her jeans were merging, creating a single "leg"... which spread out into a dress. The sandals Lyra was wearing became a pair of fancy high-heels.

Lyra had magically adorned herself in a beautiful, all-black evening dress.

She looked up after she finished (literally) changing her clothes. "Well... how do I look?" she asked.

Kyle smiled at her. "...Like an angel of the night." he said.

Lyra tilted her head down while still look at him as she blushed, but smiled back at him.

"Even though your white hair contrasts your dress strongly... I'd say that turquoise pendant I gave you really gives it the right touch." Kyle remarked.

Lyra still wore the same pendant Kyle had given her as a Christmas present from her first stay in the human world... and it was phosphorescent, making it very radiant even in the dark.

"Now, for my hair..." Lyra said, using her magic to pull her hair into a ponytail with a band she conjured, leaving two strands hanging off her temples. "...and your hair, too..."

She pulled Kyle's semi-messy hair into a combover, which felt like it was being shifted by an underwater current. He subtly touched it to feel that she even instantly gelled it.

"Good touchup." Kyle said.

"Now, let's go and dance!" Lyra said.

The two simply walked into the crowd of people in the plaza. Fortunately, it was an event that anyone could attend, and no admission was required. They mingled with the group of people and started dancing to the music. It was an upbeat tune, so they would definitely not choose a slow-dance until a more appropriate song for it would come up.

However... something came up that neither of the two were expecting...

"Kyle!" came the voice of a man.

Kyle looked in the direction of where it came from... and to his surprise, he saw...

"...Mr. Depois? What are you doing here?" Kyle asked.

"I'm here to spend the night with my wife!" Mr. Depois said.

Mr. Alvin Depois was Kyle's former art teacher back in high school... and truth be told, Kyle was a sort of "teacher's pet" when it came to him. Still he was Kyle's favorite teacher, and with the amount of unforgiving teachers he had over his primary school years... that was saying quite a lot.

"It's great to see you again, sir!" Kyle said.

"I know! What's it been... almost ten years?" Mr. Depois asked. "Didn't see you at the reunion! But, I think it might've been for the better!"

"Why's that...?" Kyle asked, trying to appear oblivious.

"Well, some crazy kid went and shot a bunch of disgusting water balloons filled with really smelly liquid at all the former students!" Mr. Depois said.

Kyle chuckled a bit. He happened to know all about the incident in question... and so did Lyra. However, they decided to keep this a secret.

“Anyways, who is this fine young lady?” Mr. Depois asked.

“Oh! Mr. Depois, this is Lyra Heart... um...” Kyle trailed off. “...Lyra Hart.”

“Lyra Hart, huh?” Mr. Depois responded.

“Yes.” Kyle answered. “She's my... um...”

“...Wife.” Lyra finished for him.

Mr. Depois' jaw dropped.

“Wife? Aren't you two a little... young to be married?” he asked.

"Well..." Lyra began. "...that's what we thought originally, but..."

"...We realized that we were perfect for each other." Kyle said.

Mr. Depois pursed his lips, darting his eyes between the two of them.

"Well, okay... if that's what millennials like to do nowadays..." he said.

With that, the two went on their way and continued dancing.

"Well, this is pretty awesome!" Lyra said. "I guess it wasn't a total loss to be here at this time!"

"I know, right?" Kyle said.

At that moment, however... yet another person called him out.

"Yo, Kyle!" came the voice of a young adult.

Kyle, again, looked to see who it was. He happened to make out one of his peers from high school, coincidentally.

"Ryan?" he asked. "Hey, how ya doing?"

"Pretty good, pretty good!" Ryan responded.

With Ryan was a girl in a red cocktail dress, whom Kyle instantly recognized as his girlfriend, Britney.

"Haven't seen you for a while either, Britney!" Kyle said.

"I know, right?" Britney responded. "So, who's the silver-crown, there?"

"Oh, this is Lyra... my wife.” Kyle said.

"WIFE?" Ryan asked, exasperated. "Hoo-hooooooo! Kyle, you sly dog! Way to go, man!"

"Wow... I'm impressed!" Britney added, just before turning to Lyra. "How'd a quiet, mysterious guy like him sweep you off your feet?"

Lyra pondered for a moment, thinking.

"Well... he just asked." she responded.

"Gotta say, though... you look pretty nice with white hair!" Britney said. "I've thought about dying my hair platinum-blonde myself! I don't get why people stress over it as they get older..."

"Oh... well, thank you!" Lyra said.

"Well, not to be mean or anything, but..." Kyle said, noticing a slow song coming on. "...I'd like to dance with my wife, now."

"Sure, sure." Ryan said, nodding. "Anyways, see ya 'round, dude!"

The remaining two took off, leaving Kyle and Lyra "alone" in the crowd. Kyle wrapped his hands around Lyra's waist, while the latter wrapped her own hands behind the former's neck. They allowed the rhythm of the music to control them, kyle taking the lead. They went step-by-step in a circular motion, being careful to avoid bumping anyone around them.

"To think, seven years ago... I thought I would never have the opportunity to dance with a pony..." Kyle said. "...even if not in the way I thought I would..."

“What can I say...” Lyra said in a whisper, leaning closer to him, her mouth near his ear. “...you had it coming, Mr. Brony.”

Kyle chuckled a bit. "You always know how to make me laugh, Lyra. I like that."

The two continued to slowly spin and sway... both of them looked up at the cloudless, night sky... slowly dancing among the stars...

Author's Note

I was recently rejected by a girl I was hoping to win over for a long while , so writing this chapter was a bit painful for me. But I still care about all of you, my loyal fans! So, I will continue to provide! (...*Sigh*, when will a beautiful pony come into my life and take me away from this cruel world...? Lol)