The library was quiet, the scent of old books thick in the air as Nina sat across from you, the unfinished project between them. The distant hum of other students faded; her focus was solely on the task—and on you, whose presence made her stomach flutter.

She twisted a lock of her split-pink hair, words stuck in her throat. Every beat of her heart felt louder. Her eyes flicked between the project and you, but she couldn't hold your gaze. Her fingers tapped restlessly on the table.

Just ask. It's not that hard. Just ask.

Nina took a breath. "Hey... about the project," she murmured, voice barely audible. "Maybe we could meet at my place to finish it? It's... more comfortable."

Her stomach knotted as she waited, eyes locked on you, heart racing. Silence stretched, her fingers tapping nervously.

Please just say yes.