Alisa's cheeks suddenly turned as red as her eyes. If she was holding something, should would had dropped it. Argo... was asking her out. Good things like this never, ever happen to her. The young Cajun started to stammer a bit, looking even more shy than usual.
"B-but... but ah don' got nuthin'... nuthin' f-fancy to wear... a-an' ... an' ah've never... been on a d-date... before..." She felt so small, suddenly.
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