Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.
When Ariel arrived at the restaurant he was so stunned that he stood out in front of the place and just stared for almost two whole minutes. He had heard that The Indigo Rabbit was a fancy restaurant but he never expected anything like this! The place looked like a palace and here he was dressed like he was going to a fast food place. He contemplated going back home and changing into something more appropriate but he was already five minutes late and his house was more than fifteen minutes away. That would only make things worst. He looked down at his purple and yellow Lakers sneakers and made a silent prayer that he would be able to enter. When he stood in front of the maitre’d he felt the man’s attitude turn from servicial to superior. “You will need to wear a tie,” the man said in a tone of voice that made no attempt at Hiding his disgust. He reached under thelectern in front of him and produced an orange tie that had cream colored circles on it, ” Shall I tie it for you?” He asked. Ariel considered snatching it from his hand but thought better of it. ‘That would only confirm the man that Arielhe was above Ariel. Sharina entered right behind Ariel embraced him. “Ari, I’m so glad you made it!” She was as perfectly put together as always in the red strapless dress that he thought made her look like a goddess. Her friend Violet was wearing a forest green hooded cape over a black dress. They looked like they had just stepped out of Greek mythology. Then Sharina took a step backwards and inspected Ariel and shook her head, “Oh this will never do,” she said. She pulled the orange tie from around Ariel’s neck, then pushed the maitre’d out of her way and fished around under his podium. When she stood up she had a baby blue tie in her hand. She placed it alongside Ariel’s neck testing the color against his shirt, “There, that’s better,” she said, then asked for them to be seated at her ‘ usual table’. The maitre’d blushed at the realization that Ariel was not only accepted but the guest of the owner. He mumbled a polite response and showed the group to their table.