[ Carter moves up to her, a little nervous, but really, what's the worst she can say? No? Well, he wouldn't worry too much if she did. Jorge was just trying to help. Maybe he was right, and he should just-- Carter grabs her wrist, lightly, and looks her in the eyes, and finds the words are easier than he thinks. ]
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...Come to dinner, later?
[ At least, that's how it plays out in his head.
In reality, the casual words slip into something much less so, when he really says them: ]
Jorge dared me to ask you out.