This definitely wasn't specified in the steps. Three steps. A year and a half. I suppose that technically she's asked me out. But to shop with her for bras doesn't count. I sit on the little bench and turn my eyes to my phone, click clack clack clack. Can't she see how awkward this is? Don't you realize what I want to do to you when you're standing there topless? Don't you see how I want to push you to the wall, put my fingers in your hair, and kiss you until we've both gone blind.

No.

You don't realize at all. That's why you invited me, because we're friends. You're my buddy, my pal, and I'm just the person you look to for help.