Allison smiled shyly and tucked her hair behind her ear as she sees you on her porch, ready to take her on your weekly date.

"Wow," you gasped, taking her in. She was dressed in a white skater dress, a black blazer, and black knee-high boots. "You look amazing."

She flushed prettily. "Thanks," she said sincerely, stepping out of the doorway and closing the door behind her. "You look beautiful, too. Like always."

This time, you blushed. "You don't have to flatter me, Ally," you murmured bashfully, reaching out to gently play with one of her curls. "I already like you."

"Well, it's true. You're always beautiful."

You chuckled, hoping to diffuse your bashfulness. "Don't go soft on me, Argent."

Tilting her head, she moved closer to you, smirking. "Who said I was going soft? Maybe I should prove to you after this date that I'm not soft."

"Oh, Lord, what have I gotten myself into?"

Taking your hand, she lead you to your car, proud of your flamming cheeks and wide eyes.