“What?” I asked, my lips parted open with shock.
“Go out with me, Alina. I want to take you on a date,” he said, more seriously this time although his expression remained unreadable.
“Why?”
“Take it as an apology. So would you go on a date with me?”
I finally snapped my lips shut as I swallowed an imaginary spit. My eyes darted, looking everywhere but him. My heart raced in my chest, as a single trail of sweat rolled down the valley of my breast.
Was I supposed to say yes?
Was this a prank or something?
“Alina, would you go on a date with me?” He asked more seriously this time. His brows furrowed in confusion and he stared at me wondering if he had done something wrong.
“Uh..hhh! Yes, sure. I’d love to,” I responded awkwardly, at least snapping my mouth shut just in time before
