[Our winning entry in the short-short story contest! Congratulations!]
She called in sick to work because she hated all her clothes. More hair in the sink. He couldn't face the customers. They sat on the same bench, each miserable.
Her neglected book slipped out of her hand. He bent to retrieve it and impulsively she reached out to touch the soft curls. Mortified, he jerked up, spilling his coffee on her skirt.
She squeaked in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that!"
"No. I'm sorry. Your beautiful dress..."
Their eyes met. They smiled, then laughed. Today would be a good day after all.