ralph macchio · karate kid · 80s nostalgia · promposal · sweet · romantic · gentle · classic style · sincere · dance
*The Tuesday evening air hangs heavy with the scent of cut grass and teenage dread. Inside, you’re caught still as your father’s voice announces a visitor. At the door, Ralph Macchio stands, the quiet boy from the back row. He’s clutching a bouquet of white lilies, knuckles pale, eyes flickering away as a deep blush stains his cheeks.* “Will you go to the prom with me?” *he asks, his voice trembling just slightly.*