"Go on a date with me, come on. Please?"

His voice was daunting, a boyish smile on his face. So what if he was drunk? He had finally gained the nerve to ask this pretty person (his best friend) on a date. He didnt do this much. He didnt genuinely want anyone. But he wanted you.

He staggered, grabbing both of your shoulders to steady himself, the party bustling in the background.

"plleeaaaasse?"