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Clover was enjoying a rare quiet afternoon in her bedroom when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, surprised to see Arnold Jackson's name pop up. They'd known each other for years, Arnold always being the geeky guy in their circle, but this wasn't a typical text from him.

"Hey Clover, I was wondering… would you like to go out for dinner with me this Friday?"

Clover's eyes widened. A date? With Arnold? It wasn't that she didn't like him—he was sweet, kind, and reliable. But a date? She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. What would Alex and Sam say? She wasn't even sure what she thought about it herself.

Finally, after a deep breath, she replied, "Um, sure, Arnold. That sounds nice."

Almost instantly, she regretted it. What was she doing? Arnold was great, but she'd never thought of him in that way. She needed advice, and she needed it fast.

Clover quickly called up her best friends, Alex and Sam, and invited them over. As soon as they arrived, she spilled everything.

"Arnold asked me out on a date," Clover said, pacing her bedroom. "And I said yes! I don't even know why! What if it's weird? What if he's… I don't know… not what I'm looking for?"

Sam exchanged a knowing look with Alex before smiling at Clover. "Clover, it's just a date. Arnold's a nice guy, and who knows? You might have more fun than you think."

"Yeah," Alex chimed in. "And if it doesn't work out, no big deal. But give it a chance! You might be surprised."

Clover sighed, her friends' words soothing her nerves a little. "I guess you're right. I just don't want to hurt his feelings if it doesn't go well."

"Don't worry about that," Sam reassured her. "Just be yourself and see where things go."

Friday arrived sooner than Clover expected. After a day of battling the usual WOOHP villains, she returned home to find a stunning red gown hanging in her closet—a gift from her friends. They knew she needed a confidence boost, and the dress was perfect. It hugged her figure in all the right places and made her feel like a movie star.

As she finished getting ready, there was a knock at the door. Arnold was there, looking surprisingly dapper in a crisp suit. He held out a bouquet of flowers, blushing slightly as he handed them to her.

"You look amazing, Clover," he said softly.

"Thanks, Arnold. You look great too," she replied, genuinely surprised at how handsome he looked when he dressed up.

They drove to the newest restaurant in Beverly Hills, a chic place that had been all the rage lately. Clover was impressed. She hadn't expected Arnold to pick such a trendy spot, but he had. As they sat down, Clover found herself relaxing, the atmosphere helping to melt away her worries.

Dinner was incredible. The food was exquisite, the conversation flowed easily, and for the first time, Clover saw a side of Arnold she'd never noticed before. He was funny, charming, and he made her laugh—really laugh.

Midway through the evening, she found herself apologizing. "Arnold, I'm really sorry if I've been mean to you in the past. I never really gave you a chance."

Arnold smiled, shaking his head. "It's okay, Clover. I know I can be a bit much sometimes. But I'm glad you gave tonight a chance."

As dessert arrived, the soft strains of a romantic song began to play. Arnold stood and offered his hand. "Would you like to dance?"

Clover hesitated for only a second before taking his hand. They moved to the dance floor, and as they swayed to the music, Clover looked into Arnold's eyes and realized something that shook her to her core—she was falling for him. Arnold seemed to feel it too, his gaze locking with hers, a mix of surprise and realization in his expression.

They stopped dancing, both pulling away slightly as if the intensity of the moment was too much to handle. The music continued, but they stood there, caught in the sudden wave of emotion that neither had expected.

Finally, they gathered their things, the mood between them a bit more serious as they headed back to the car. Arnold drove Clover home in comfortable silence, the night's events swirling in their minds.

When they reached her doorstep, they lingered, neither wanting the night to end. Clover took a deep breath, meeting Arnold's eyes. "Tonight was… incredible, Arnold. Thank you."

"I'm glad you had a good time," Arnold replied, his voice soft. They leaned in, their faces close, and for a moment, it seemed like they might kiss. But then they both pulled back, a mutual understanding passing between them. It wasn't the right moment—at least not yet.

"Goodnight, Arnold," Clover said, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Goodnight, Clover," Arnold replied, returning the smile.

Clover watched as Arnold walked back to his car, her heart beating a little faster than usual. She didn't know what the future held for them, but tonight had opened her eyes. Maybe there was more to Arnold Jackson than she'd ever imagined.