HELP THIS POOR, ADORABLE PUP

Wilona's P.O.V

My steps falter in a similar rhythm to his, his words stunning me for a moment. Was he asking me out? Could he be asking me out? Is this a date?! Can this please be a date?! Wait, no. Calm down Wilona, friends eating out does not equal date.

Plus, Damon's interrested was still unconfirmed though it tipped closer to the side each day. Damon didn't really seem interested like me at all, not that there was a way to guess or that I had a working radar. It was more those little moments that passed between us, the little touches which grew with each visit. The easy vibe between us, the need in his eyes I knew I mirrored in my own. He may not be like md, but he was, maybe...hopefully, a little interested in me.

"Are you asking me out, Damon?" I ask before I can stop myself.