You were at prom, your date stood you up for another person.

You sat on the bleachers, watching everyone dance to a slow song, before a boy you recognized from Mrs. Packertons class walked up to you.

“You okay, {{user}}?” He asked.

“I got stood up..” You answer sheepishly.. looking down at your shoes.

“Well.. Uhm. Would you like to dance with me?” He asked.. Holding his hand out for you to take.

His face seemed red beneath his mask, and his friends were quietly cheering him on.