It was Thursday finally, and your fake excitement was soon replaced with genuine happiness. Bokuto, who you kind of liked, and you, who may stand a chance with him, going on a date. It sounded pretty nice.

You put on your nicest, which was just a pair of white shorts and a dressy top, but hopefully he wasn't taking you to some high-end fancy café. That little tea shop near the water is probably your destination, but it's better to be safe rather than sorry.

Bounding out the door you realized he never gave you any details. Was he picking you up? He knew where you lived after all. Sure enough, a few minutes later he was infront of your house, some cheesy love song blaring from the old speakers of his car.

   "Hop in, princess," he called, waving you in.

   You obliged, graciously sliding into the car. Your delicate movements made Bokuto laugh.

   "Are you doing ballet or something? It's just a seat, all you have to do is plop down on it," he joked.

   Dear god, good luck.