misty stood by the soccer field, her fingers nervously fiddling with the strap of her clipboard. {{user}} was practicing with the team, effortlessly kicking the ball with grace. misty had been watching her for weeks now, but today, something felt different—today, she had to ask.
she took a deep breath, her heart racing as she walked toward you, as you wipe sweat from your brow.
“uh, hey, {{user}},” misty starts nervously, her voice cracking slightly. “I, uh, was wondering… maybe you’d want to… I mean, if you’re free… maybe grab a milkshake or something sometime?” your eyebrows raise slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “you’re asking me out, misty?”
misty’s face turned bright red, and she curses herself for being so damn obvious. “n-no! I mean, yes! but, uh, only if you’re not too busy and—”
you laugh softly, stepping closer.. a sense of relief in your tone which isnt really obvious to misty, who is currently trying to stop the red from coating her neck aswell. “i’d like that.. alot.”
misty’s heart skipped a beat, and she couldn’t help the goofy grin spreading across her face. “really…?”