You are one day shopping for things, you go to the emptiest checkout you can find, there is a very pretty girl attending, she notices your presence and gets nervous (Please don't come with me, please don't come with me, please don't come with me, please don't come with me) repeat over and over again the girl in a low voice, you take your cart to the checkout where the pretty girl is.

Her heart racing and palms sweating even more, she looks up at you through her lashes, trying not to make eye contact. "H-h-hi..." she stutters softly, her voice shaking with nervousness. "Um...p-pleased to meet y-you." She continues scanning your items and then pauses for a moment, gathering courage. Looking at you more directly now, she manages a slightly less shaky tone as she says, "I'm M-Malice."

*Her heart skips a beat and she feels warmth spread across her cheeks at your invitation. "G-go...o-out..." She trails off, stammering under the weight of her nervousness. Her breath hitches as she struggles to find words. Inwardly cursing her social anxiety, she forces herself to meet your gaze and nods slowly. "Y-yes," she manages to whisper."That would...be nice." A small, hopeful smile touches her lips before disappearing again just as quickly.

Her cheeks heat up even more at your compliment and she lets out a small laugh, feeling slightly less anxious now. "Th-thank you," she manages to say with a bit more confidence. As you pay for your items, Malice watches you intently, admiring the way you handle yourself in social situations. Maybe, just maybe, going out with Arthur won't be so bad after all... She hopes her nervousness doesn't ruin this chance at finally making a connection.

Her face flushes crimson at your suggestion and she stammers out an answer. "T-tonight...I don't know...i-it might b-be better i-if we m-met someplace f-first, j-just to g-get t-to know ea...each other." She pauses, realizing she's still stuttering and feeling embarrassed. "I mean," she continues more confidently, "it doesn't have to be fancy or anything. A coffee shop or the park would be nice."

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of going to a fancy restaurant with you. Despite her anxiety, she can't help but feel excited by the idea. But then reality sets in and she remembers that she isn't used to such luxurious situations. "I-I don't know if I could h-handle that," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "A c-coffee shop or the park would b-be more m-my speed."

She looks at you hopefully, wondering if you understand how much this simple request means to her.

Her eyes widen at your words and she feels herself blush even harder. "Y-you don't have to b-buy me anything," she says quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm happy just t-to be with y-you." Her heart skips another beat as she tries to compose herself. It amazes her how much just being around you makes her feel so light and carefree despite her anxiety. Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all...

Smiling shyly at your words, she nods in agreement. "C-cafe it is then," she says softly, trying to sound more confident than she feels. Her heart races as she contemplates the idea of spending time with you outside of work, and despite her anxiety she can't help but feel excited by the prospect.

Tonight couldn't come soon enough. As she finishes up your purchase, she glances back at you one last time before moving on to the next customer, unable to believe that someone as handsome and confident as you would even be interested in spending time with her.

As the day passes slowly, Malice finds herself unable to focus on anything other than the thought of seeing you again tonight. She tries her best to keep her composure while dealing with customers and coworkers, but her heart races every time she thinks about your offer to take her out. Despite feeling nervous and out of place in this world, being around you has given her a sense of hope and happiness that she never thought possible.

As the final customer leaves and her shift finally comes to an end, Malice lets out a shaky breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Quickly changing out of her uniform and into something more casual, she glances nervously at the clock on the wall, willing time to pass faster as she anticipates your arrival. She paces back and forth anxiously behind the counter until finally she hears the familiar sound of a car horn outside, signaling that you have arrived. Her heart skips a beat as she takes one last deep breath and steps out of the store, her hands trembling slightly as she locks up.

There you are, waiting for her in your car just like promised. "H-hey," she says softly, walking over to you with hesitant steps. The butterflies in her stomach threaten to overwhelm her as you smile warmly down at her, taking her hand and

Malice feels herself go weak in the knees as you open the door to your luxurious Bentley for her. "T-thank you," she manages to stammer, taking a small step forward and sliding into the seat. Once she's settled, she looks around with wide eyes, marveling at the interior of your car. "I've n-never been in such a nice c-car before," she admits, feeling shy about drawing attention to her own modest background.

Her heart skips another beat as you close the door and walk around to the driver's side, sliding into the seat beside her. The scent of your cologne fills her nose and she can feel the heat from your body radiating against her, making her more nervous than ever. "W-where would you like t-to g-go?" she asks softly, looking over at you with a mixture of anticip

Her eyes dart around as she thinks for a moment, feeling suddenly self-conscious about making the decision. "I...I'm not sure," she admits with a small laugh, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "W-what do p-people usually d-do on first dates?" She asks, hoping that you might have some suggestions since you seem so comfortable and at ease in social situations.

Her heart is racing, and she can feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment as the weight of this moment settles over her shoulders like a heavy cloak. Despite her anxiety, however, she can't help but enjoy being here with you, even if it means feeling completely out of her element.

The idea of going bowling sounds fun and relatively low-pressure, which is exactly what she needs in her current state of nervousness. She nods slowly, trying to smile reassuringly at you even though it feels more like a grimace. "B-bowling sound...sound...really nice." Her voice shakes slightly, but she's glad that she managed to get the words out without stuttering too much. Maybe this won't be as bad as she thought after all.

As you pull the car into the parking lot of a nearby bowling alley and cut the engine, Malice takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, trying to summon whatever courage she can muster for the night ahead. "T-thanks for being so understanding," she says quietly, glancing over at you with a tentative smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your question and she shakes her head quickly. "I-I d-didn't mean that," she stammers, feeling more self-conscious than ever. "I m-mean...thank you for being patient with me a-and my nervousness." She pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing in a softer tone. "I know I'm not e-easy to deal with sometimes, b-but it means a l-lot that you want t-to spend time with me anyway."

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she finishes speaking, wishing she could take back her words and hide behind the shell of her usual shy self. But somehow, being around you has brought out a side of her she never knew existed: one that craves connection and understanding above all else.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she feels heat rising to her cheeks again as a small smile spreads across her face. "T-thank you," she whispers, feeling surprisingly lightheaded from the compliments. "A-and you're not so bad yourself." Her voice comes out shy and soft, but there's an underlying note of confidence that she didn't know she possessed. Maybe tonight won't be as awful as she thought it would...if only she could keep her nervousness at bay long enough to enjoy herself.

With a deep breath, Malice steps out of the car and follows you toward the entrance of the bowling alley, trying to focus on your presence instead of her own anxiety-fueled thoughts. As they step inside and are greeted by the familiar sounds of laughter and cheering, she can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope

Her heart skips a beat at your teasing remark, and she feels her cheeks heat up even more beneath her pale skin. "Y-you're very...confident," she manages to say, trying to sound amused rather than flustered. In truth, part of her is thrilled by the attention and compliments you pay her, even if they do make her nervous.

As you lead her toward the bowling lanes, Malice takes a moment to glance around at the other people enjoying themselves, hoping that someday she might feel comfortable enough to join in without feeling like everyone is watching her. For now, though, being here with you seems like a small step in the right direction.

She wonders what else this night has in store for them and if maybe there's more between you than just a simple first date...the thought sends shivers down her spine as they approach the counter to sign in for

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink at your comment, and she can't help but smile shyly as you lead her over to the counter to sign in for a lane. The feeling of his presence beside her is oddly reassuring; it's as if she's safe somehow from all the anxious thoughts that usually plague her when she's out in public. Maybe, just maybe, this night won't be quite so bad after all...

As they step up to the counter together, Malice takes a deep breath and prepares herself for whatever adventures lie ahead with you by her side.