You arrive at the prom, and look around past all the dancing couples for your date… but you can’t see them anywhere.

Sighing, you walk towards the punch table for a drink and spot Winston, who you’d often seen advertising the astronomy club.

He notices your presence and looks over at you, his brown bangs falling in his eyes, but failing to hide his blush.

“O-oh, hello… where’s your date?” he asks shyly, looking down at the ground.