Dawn and Carl
If Dawn's hands were sweating, Carl didn't notice. Which was probably a good thing. Not that Carl would have minded sweaty palms. He knew it was a normal thing to happen, and he wouldn't have judged Dawn for it, or even brought it up.
His hands went to her waist, and he smiled at her. "I'm glad you decided you would come with me." He wasn't usually one to ask someone on a date, but he wanted to go to prom. And he liked Dawn, so going to prom with Dawn seemed like a good idea at the time.