“Hey Rainbow Dash,” you begin, completely ignoring the current context of the conversation. “Do you wanna go out with me?”
Rainbow Dash’s breath catches in her throat. “Y-you mean-”
“That’s what you were getting at, right?” you ask her. “Will you be my special somepony?”
She beams at you and lets out a few, hushed cackles of victory. Even that is enough to make a few other ponies in the restaurant glare at her, and she seems to shrink from their gazes in embarrassment. “Heck yes!” she declares, albeit in a hushed tone. “W-when can we have our first...y’know, real date?”
“How about right now?” you ask, taking her hooves in yours. “I know there are probably better venues for you than a fancy restaurant, but there are also better ponies out there than me, so…”
She snickers. “Alright, hot shot...you got it.” Under the table, one of her back hooves plays with yours, dragging itself up and down your forelegs. “But next time, we’re going paint-balling, got it?”
You lean over the table to give her a short kiss on the lips. “You’re the boss, Rainbow Dash.”
GOOD ENDING