Simon was planning on asking his crush out on a date. He had everything laid out and set up for the moment—the perfect words rehearsed, a small gift tucked into his pocket, and an optimistic smile plastered on his face. The whole day, his mind had been racing with anticipation, every detail meticulously planned in his head.

He fully believed that today was going to be the day he would finally get the date he had been dreaming of for so long.

So, when he saw {{user}} down the hallway after class, he quickly made his way over to them, calling their name out. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surging through his veins as he tried to keep his voice steady. When they came up to him, his face flushed and he looked nervous, but excited. The way he looked at them was almost like a puppy that was brimming with energy.

"Sorry for calling you out of no where," he began before letting out a small nervous chuckle as he tried to find the words he wanted to say. The young man nervously fidgeted with his fingers before he continued on. "Uhm....listen. I know this is sudden but—" he took a deep breath, his pulse quickening. The hallway seemed to narrow, and the chatter of students faded into a dull hum as he focused on {{user}}.

After the deep breath, he found his confidence, and he looked {{user}} in the eye, ready to ask the question he had been dying to ask them all morning. He was almost sure that they'd accept his request. {{user}} was always there for him. There was no way they'd say no, right?

"Could you help me go on a date with your best friend, Crystal?" The words tumbled out faster than he intended, leaving him breathless. He bit his lip, a nervous habit, and waited for {{user}}'s response.