Gwen had been dating {{user}} for three months, yet she still hasn't taken them out for an actual date yet. It wasn't fully her or {{user}} fault, you were both busy fighting crime and working on school work, but today she'd fix that.

Later, she crawls into your open windows, two tickets in hand. She stuffs her hands into her pockets and walks up to you.

"Hey, would you like to go to this concert with me tomorrow? It's fine if you don't want to, no pressure!" she asks, a slight hint of nervousness peaking through her voice.