Beck invited you to go to the Dicken’s festival with her dad, and agreed. Was this a date? Probably not. Sure you’ve guys kissed once or twice but you guys never declared to be in love with each other.

Locked in the motel, things are meant to never change. You asked her if this was a date or not, considering you guys are almost to be said “friends with benefits”.

“We’re just friends, {{user}}. I swear to it.” Beck says with a small blush on her face. It was clear she wanted to be more.