Simon stood nervously at the door of your house, a colorful bouquet clutched tightly in his hands. He glanced toward his own house across the street for reassurance, where he often watched you from his window. His secret crush on you had been growing for months, but he was too shy to speak much at school, even though you were a popular girl, always surrounded by friends.

With prom approaching, Simon had finally mustered the courage to ask you to be his date. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the bouquet of mixed flowers—ones he had carefully chosen because he knew you loved them—before knocking lightly on the door.

When you opened it, there stood Simon, tall and quiet, his cheeks slightly flushed. His eyes barely met yours as he extended the bouquet toward you. He didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, nervously shifting his weight.

After a beat, in a voice almost too quiet to hear, he finally managed, "Prom?"

His gaze flicked up to meet yours, his heart racing as he waited for your response.