Move

Come on. Just ask her. Don't over think it. What's the worst that could happen? Even if the answer's no, she wouldn't say it in a devastating way.

Time's ticking slower and a bead of sweat is rolling down the side his face. He's got clammy hands too. All telltale signs, that he's beyond nervous. He's gotta push through, though. Ketchums aren't losers!

"Oh, hey Ash! Daisy told me you were waiting on the porch for me. So, what's up?"

"Wanna go on a date?"

Cue her jaw dropping, which didn't matter to him he had already made his move.