Yes

You're unwilling to resist her earnest plea and the allure of her soft, inviting body barely concealed by those small pink pajamas. But it's not about the pajamas. This girl needs help and you're gonna make your boss proud! "Alright, sure. I'll help you out."

She beams at you, her smile lighting up the room. "Great! Thank you so much. Here, let me show you around."

She takes your hand, her delicate fingers intertwining with yours, and leads you on a circuit of her bedroom. It's a cute, cozy space filled with plushies, posters of her favorite bands and shows, and shelves lined with books and knick-knacks. You spot a few items related to a TV series you love and point them out excitedly.

"No way, you like that too?" she exclaims, squeezing your hand. "That's my favorite! I've seen every episode like five times."

You grin at her, pleasantly surprised to find this unexpected common ground with your new "girlfriend". The two of you launch into an animated discussion of the show's best moments, characters and monologues.

Mid-conversation, she pauses and asks, "Oh, where are my manners? Can I get you something to drink?"

"Just water would be great, thanks," you reply, settling onto the edge of her bed.

She nods and scampers out of the room, taking her cute ass with her. You take the opportunity to glance around more, soaking in the details of her private space.

She returns a few minutes later with a glass of water and a bowl of chips with dip. "Here you go! The dip is my mom's special recipe. It's got chunks of beef in it and everything."

You thank her and take a chip, scooping up a generous dollop of the orange dip. She gets up close to you and feeds you one. You let out an appreciative moan. "Wow, that is delicious."

She grins proudly. "Right? She had to have gotten it from the internet."

You continue snacking and chatting, the water sitting stagnant on her nightstand as you get lost in easy, flowing conversation. You're amazed at how naturally you get along, even if not everything was in common between you. If you didn't know better, you'd think this was a real date.

As you polish off the last of the chips, she sets the empty bowl aside and turns to you. "So, what should we do now?" she asks, as if she's not used to dates.