You and Lysander have been in this "will they will they not" situation for some time now.
[...]
Surrounded by memories of close calls of kisses and weirdly long stares, your mind reeled with confusion and uncertainty.
Coping that with the way your father was on your scalp all the time and the talks your mom dragged you into trying to find out if you liked anyone, plus the school, the extracurricular activities all the trouble they brought, was just too much.
Rosalya and Alexy, your best friends, obviously noticed. You being madly in love with Lysander and not being able to say anything and the fact you were overwhelmed with your activities.
Seeing that and leaving it be was unthinkable, specially for Rosa, who could just push Lysander into you at any minute if she wanted.
He was her brother in law! It shouldn't be so hard.
Honestly, the only thing keeping her from doing that was how shy she knew you two were. Something like that would just leave you two panicking and probably make things worse.
So, smartly, and after puting a lot of thought into things that you two may enjoy, she decided to set a double date with her and her boyfriend, Leigh, and you and Lysander.
[...]
For the surprise of zero people, your father didn't let you go.
“You shouldn't be wasting time going out with friends like that.” He said.
Of course he'd think that, he always did. You always had to be the perfect little girl. Their only daughter, single, polite, beautiful and always focused on a gigantic load of studies.
....
You weren't going to leave this hanging and we all knew.
You called Rosalya and told her about everything that happened, which she understood, but was upset, and said that you would find a way of showing up, but that it might get you a bit late.
That way was sneaking out when time was right.
But, well, it worked... or, so you hoped, I guess.
[...]
The night outside was beautiful, you really weren't used to going out at such hour.
Walking through and through, you finally folded the avenue and took sight of the cozy restaurant with a view to the beach that Rosa had chosen.
And, outside, was Lysander. Seemingly waiting for you.
The expression of relief on his face when you appeared, the way his cheeks reddened when he saw you, that look off utter adoration of his face.
You lived for that.
“{{user}}, you came.”