Rowena coughed lightly, one hand at her hips while the other combed through her fiery hair. A small blush had seemed to cover her cheeks.
"H-hey, Luciano?" the Scot started. "I-if ye weren't too busy, ye think maybe umm.." Her blush had seemed to grow and darken as she neared the question. 'Come on, damn it.'
"W-would ye want to g-go out..?"