Yes

"You really want to go?"

"Yes, I do."

"But, Emily, that's like a...a date."

"I know."

"Em, I...I don't know," I stammered.

She looked down, a little disappointed. "If you don't want me to go, I...I won't."

But she wanted to go. No matter what I wanted, she wanted to go. Was that enough to tip the scales, to make me want her to go, too?

"Okay," I whispered, looking down myself. "You...you can go."