Fireworks

Use the words: Spark, fan, bench.

Jess sat on the stone bench. She had been waiting forever for Lot to show. The plan had been to go to the water park. She shivered in the cold air pulling her towel tighter around her. The small battery-run, kiddy fan that she had used to cool her earlier lay despondent in her hand.
He was hours late by now, but Jess couldn’t bring herself to move. Her heart kept hoping that he might show up. Slowly darkness came, the water park aglow with lights. A few stars came out small sparks compared to the flashing, whirling lights.
Jess’s head began to droop with tiredness and she decided to take a quick walk to stave off fatigue. Her flip-flops smacked the cement sidewalk. Plip-plop, plip-plop. The rhythmic sounds soothed her worries and she began to smile.
A loud boom echoed out fireworks spilling across the sky. They spelled out, WILL YOU MARRY ME JESS? She gasped dropping her bag of supplies and the fan. Two arms wrapped around her and she felt a soft breath on her ear.
“So what’s the answer?”