You went to go ask Theodore out for Daphne, but he wanted you.

Not her.

“So..” You rolled your tongue over the inside of your cheek, meeting his gaze. “Daphne was wondering if you would be her date to the ball and would really appreciate it if you took her,” you rambled on, your hands making little actions while speaking.

He was looking at you the whole time you spoke, a hint of softness never seen before.

You fidgeted with your fingers, waiting for a response. “Uh, so..” You muttered.

“Huh,” he shook his head, getting out of the daze he was in. “Oh. Right. Uh, yeah, I'm not going,” he said. He shrugged a bit.

Later when you reported back to Daphne, she was ecstatic.

“Did you see his face?” Daphne whispered, like a young school girl.

“I’m sorry, he said he’s not going-“ You spoke, only to be cut off by her. Her not listening to you, either.

“Did you see his face when you were talking about me?” She said with a small smile, clasping her hands together. “His eyes were so full of romance, I almost died right there.” Her smile grew.

“His eyes?” You asked, barely cocking a brow.