The hallway was packed, students brushing past in a blur of backpacks and chatter, but Benny was standing still—right in front of my locker, his hands fidgeting with the strap of his bag. His usual grin was there, but something about it felt…off. Nervous, maybe?

"Hey!" He beamed as soon as I got closer, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "So, uh, question for you!"

I raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at how much he was shifting around. "Go for it, Weir."

"Okay, so… you know the dance this Friday?" He rocked back slightly, then forward again, like he was hyping himself up. "I was thinking, you and me, we should go together. Like, as a team. The dream team. But, you know, a dream team that dances. And, uh… maybe holds hands?"

I blinked. Then smiled. "Are you asking me to prom, Benny?"

His ears turned pink, but his grin only widened. "I mean, yeah. But, like, in the cool, best-friend way. Or the cool, maybe-more-than-best-friend way? Up to you!"