It was the day prior senior prom. He stood in front of you, before sighing, his eyes still cold. He grabbed your hand. Rubbing it for a moment. He held your hand, before kneeling. He looked down and sighed again.

“Be my prom date.” He said. It was the words he chose that made it so attractive. “Will you be my prom date” was too boring. But saying it as if you had no choice..

He waited for a response, silently praying for a yes.