"Have we even talked before?"

She shuffles her feet slightly, looking up at him through a fringe of lashes.

He snorts.

"Of course we haven't. Maybe next time, instead of putting a spell on me, you should ask me out."

It's not like she didn't think of that, she just thought love magic would be a more direct approach.

She sighs heavily.

"Alright, how's next Friday?"

His eyes widen in disbelief.

"What?"

"You heard me. Remember Ash, you have my name tattooed to your arm, you should probably try and make this work."

"Fine," he replies.

A pause, before he is moving forward to write his number on her palm.

"I'll pick you up at eight."