Want to go out?

"Would you... I don't know," you manage hesitantly, unable to find the proper way to construct your question. Taking a deep breath, you collect yourself and try again. "Do you want to go get coffee sometime?"

She immediately cracks a smile. "Yeah, that would be great! You've got my number, right?"

Double checking your phone quickly, you nod. "Alright then, uh..." she begins, trailing off in a cute embarrassed manner as she starts to blush. "I'm sorry, I have to go. Call me whenever, okay?"

Before she has a chance to leave, you get up and step towards her, hugging her tightly and pulling her into a kiss. She seems hesitant, not quite moving away from you, but not fully reciprocating either.

"Hey!" Mike's voice rings out from behind you, sounding slightly exasperated. "It's bad enough that I have to watch you awkwardly ask my sister out, but come on...you haven't even had a first date. Do you really think now's the time to make out? Especially in front of me?"

Oh, right. She's not a virgin anymore, and she's not free for you to use, either. As far as this situation's concerned, you're back in the old world and what you're doing is incredibly forward. Pulling away from her, you see that she looks happy but embarrassed, her face red as a tomato.

"Um...sorry," you say, giving her a final squeeze before sitting back down on the couch. "Don't know what came over me. Guess I was still in the heat of the moment...?"

She giggles with a sweet smile, cheeks still blushing. "I don't mind," she reassured you before giving you a little wave. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

Swiftly picking up her bag, Carol makes haste towards her room with a dash up the stairs.

"So, now that you're done with my sister..." says Mike, raising an eyebrow at you.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what—" you begin, but find yourself cut off by his voice.

"Hey, don't sweat it. Everybody's known for years that you two should try something out," he shrugs. You have no idea if that opinion is something that was present in your previous reality or exclusive to this one. "Just not...you know...right in front of me," he continues with a laugh, playfully throwing the remote control at your shoulder. "Anyway, let's go out for a bite, give her some space to write in her diary or whatever. You can buy me lunch to make up for scarring me for life."

"Yeah, that sounds good," you reply, but your mind quickly shifts gears as you remember a certain fake-breasted motherly figure in the kitchen. "Wait, what about your mom? She was cooking for us."

"Don't worry about her, she can throw the sandwiches in the fridge for when Dad gets home," he explains as he stands from the couch, grabbing his jacket off a nearby coat rack. "Come on, you want a burger or what?"