"Jounouchi," she sighed. "I don't want to mess things up."
"What's the worst that can happen?"
"Things go too far and we never talk to each other again," she said coldly, looking at him sternly. He shifted nervously.
"Okaaay," he admitted. "There is that." Mai slumped back against the chair, fiddling with her disposable paper cup. He'd asked her out on a date. They'd been meeting for ages--years, to be accurate--as friends, and it'd been some of the best times of her life. Now he wanted to take it farther, but she was hesitant.
"Things are good now," she tried again. "Why do we need to do anything different?"
"Why not?" Jounouchi came back. "Yeah, things are good, but... what if it's supposed to be more than this, Mai? What if we're supposed to... be together?"
"I don't know," she said hesitantly.
"We'll never know till we try," he pointed out, and she had to agree.