the cars honked past on the snowy afternoon, 'plop plop plop', the sound repeated in your ears as the snow went on.

normally you'd be home, bundled up. but you were warm, wearing Dan's jacket he had in his truck. your seats were leaned back and you guys were talking; playing a game of '20 questions'

it was his turn to ask you a question, he took a sip of his coffee before asking you:

"What would you say if I asked you to go on a date?"