Ask her out anyway, you're obsessed with her.

You can't help but be disappointed at the sight before you, Angela was basically the whole reason for this. You had had a crush on her for years and had regularly fantasized about her in her goth outfits. It was now or never you decided.

"So, I was thinking Angela, did you want to grab dinner sometime?" Not the smoothest line- but she'll get the message.

"Ummm, uh, by that do you mean...." She stammers a bit and takes out her gum. Her face turns red and she points it straight to the floor.

"I mean, why would you wanna, um, why would you want to ask me out?" She's squeaking practically and fidgeting with her hair making it cover her face.

You're a bit flabbergasted by her reaction but you play into it anyways.

"Because I think you're beautiful and I've always thought you had a great personality. Why wouldn't I want to ask you out?"

"Because..." She lets her answer sit.

"Because why Angela?" She's so shy now, not at all like how she used to be. The old Angela would have told you everything straight up with authority, not made you press.

"Well..." She continues twirling her hair and shifting her weight around. "You're so cool and goth and everything and I.... I'm so plain and b- boring..."

"That's not all true Angela, I think you could be very cool if you just try, like me. So, is that a yes or a no Angela?"

"I could never be as cool as you" Angela almost whispers this and you can hear her bitterness. No answer though.

"How about tomorrow night?" She stares at you passively with widened eyes before looking down at her feet. You let her stew for a minute waiting for her reply. She doesn't answer, it's the waiting game.

"I'll pick you up at seven. Can you write down your address and number for me please?" She responds to you and scribbles her info. She doesn't have it in her to give you a response but she can follow directions. She hands you the scrap paper and says something about needing to do something in the back of the empty store, trying to run away from you.

"Hold on one moment Angela. I want to give you something." BDSM is romantics so... maybe this wont be weird. You unsnap the spiky collar on your neck. It was a thick one inch collar with the aforementioned spikes on it. It looked like a dog collar with a metal ring on the underside. You reach over the counter and wrap it around her milky neck. She looks astounded with it on.

"Th... Thank you.. I mean, you can have it back if you want..."

"No, you keep it, I'll see you at seven." As you leave the video store you notice her with a nervous smile growing bigger on her face as she tugs at her new spiky collar.