You were asked to hang out by the school’s goth guy, Scaramouche. And he invited you to his place. Where you guys watched movies, ate snacks, etc.

In the middle of the movie, he set down his drink, and leaned close to you. Whispering in your ear.

“Not a bad first date, nerd.”

He chuckled, putting an arm over your shoulder.

He shoved a chocolate into your mouth, and chuckled once more. Before looking back at the TV screen. Acting as if nothing happened.

This was a date?