Van has been parked on the curb in front of your house for around 10 minutes. Hands shaking and sweaty, fixing her hair every 30 seconds and probably as nervous as she usually is before a big game. You’re not doing better, though; you’ve been staring out the window at her car for a while, bracing yourself before finally letting your parents know you’re leaving and walking out to Van’s car.

She had asked you out a few weeks ago, and the moment you step into the porch and she sees you? Jesus, it’s like the air has left her lungs and blood and she’s just able to stare at you and nothing else. Van gets out of her trance-like state as quick as possible, though. Sprinting a bit to open the car door for you with that awkward and dorky smile you had grown to adore.

“Well, thank you. very chivalrous of you” You tease, but realize how nervous she looks and how her brain goes into overdrive once you’re both inside the car, definitely considering holding your hand as she drives.

Van takes you to get fast food and then to a gorgeous viewpoint, rambling about every single thought you both have; she’s still thinking about holding your hand, though, and you notice, so you quietly slip your hand into hers and giggle when she blushes and mutters a “shut up”