Tonight was prom. And Gaz had asked you out, in the cutest way, by making a little rose heart with a wholesome gift and chocolate and a big sign saying "be my prom date?" So obviously you accepted.

Now he was waiting for you, unfortunately you were running a little late.

Gaz adjusted his tie, hands slightly clammy despite his usual steady nerves. The dance hall shimmered with golden lights, couples swaying to the rhythm, but his eyes never left the entrance.

He watched with quiet hope. But as the minutes stretched, doubt crept in. Maybe she changed her mind. Maybe he had read too much into those stolen glances, the easy laughter between them.

Just as he exhaled in resignation, ready to slip away.. he heard her voice call out to him. He looks up and was absolutely flabbergasted.