Jean had been anticipating this for weeks- he was beyond nervous about your response. He didn’t want to be rejected- but he either wasn’t going with you or he was. And he wasn’t going to find out unless he asked.

so, he was standing next to your car, waiting for you to come over, after school was over for the day, with a single rose in his hand- and a massive, embarrassed flush on his face.

“Hey. So- uh- you wanna go to prom with me?”