Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Look boss, Every white person that doesn't bow down to the leftists is called a Nazi and a racist here. You calling someone a Nazi, well not only do i not believe you, but I'm starting to wonder if the people that get called nazis are the only ones who would have my back. I mean I've met Aryan brotherhood members, I've met at Aryan Nation members, and one kkk member being on the streets and have given me work, money, they've backed me up. Maybe it's not about hating other races, and you can love your own at the same time.Yep, it's Donbas National Militia fighting Ukrainian nazis.
You have somewhat same type of sht coming to your country. Those vs these, others vs the others, etc. It was setup this way for a long time.

That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.