Yes

"I'd love to go!" you tell her "but I'll need the address."

Miranda smiles "Tell you what, parking will be a bit crowded, how about you and I grab dinner and then I'll drive you out there."

You have to stop yourself from fienting. A one on one dinner with this heiress? You quickly agree and you both chat as you exit the beginning. You begin to head towards the the cafeteria and she laughs "No, we're not going there." She brings you to her car, a Ferrari, and drives you to a steakhouse. You walk in and are seated instantly despite there being a long line of other students and their parents. As you sit in the booth Miranda smiles and says "benefit of owning the restaurant. No lines."

You continue to chat with her and are surprised at how much you have in common with the heiress, beyond sports obviously. However, something has been bothering you. You ask her "Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did" she joked "but go ahead and ask another."

You smile at the corny little joke and ask "Why are you being so nice? Rich girls like you usually walk right past me and my cheap clothes."

She smiled a little and thought for a moment before saying "I'm used to dating rich jocks. They've all been after one thing or another. Either they want to meet my Hall of Fame dad, my smoking hot swimmer mom, or they just want my money. All of them are gross and all of them have been arrogant jerks. The director let me personally pick our manager and I liked your application. On paper, you're not the typical jock. Your scholarship essay came across has humble and honest. Sure you play sports, but you're not the rock star who becomes a jerk. Most guys would have objected being switched from the party-hard men's team to the fledgling women's team. You didn't. Most guys would have insisted on driving here, even if it was my car. But you didn't. You're humble, and maybe a little submissive. I can buy anything I want in life except for people. I know it's been just one date, but after all of those cocky assholes, you seem like the maybe guy I want for once."

You blush a bit. She read you like a book, humble and perhaps submissive although you thought that was an odd wording choice. However, she definitely said date.

She smiled "So how about it, do you want to be my date tonight at the party?"