Odd One Out

"Well?" Irene inquired, her tone as formal as formalities go, yet her eyes so far straying away from mine. Not so formal. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

It was like a fairy tale out of one of those high school rom-coms, or a script ripped scene by scene from a Taylor Swift music video or something. The similarities were too on the nose to ignore. 

Party's grooving, everyone's vibin, then at the very tail-end of it, the unassuming, reclusive true beauty of the event turns up, blow everyone back, takes the main character's breath away - and now I got nothing to say.

I slowly shuffled a step out of the way, "Come in," I muttered, getting one-two'd in the nose by another hit of her pheromones as she strolled in with her head down like the ground was the most fascinating she's ever seen.