Tyler had admired you from afar for years. You were pretty, academically gifted, and talented at cheer. He loved knowing you were performing at his games, even if he’d never admit how much he was absolutely head over heels for you. Well, wouldn’t admit until now.

Tyler stood in front of you, blushing despite trying to keep a casual look on his face. He kept his gaze averted, afraid he might break if he looked at your pretty face

“So, uh.. {{user}}, would you want to… do something with me tonight? I was thinking a restaurant or movie or the mall or…”

Damn, what else did pretty women like?

“-Basically, Would you go on a date with me? It’s cool if you’re busy, I know you always have something going on-“