He dropped to one knee, ignoring the puddle soaking into his slacks. "I don't want a perfect life. I just want every rainy Tuesday to be with you. Will you marry me?"
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"You look like you're plotting something," she laughed, wiping a droplet from her nose. He dropped to one knee, ignoring the puddle
Maya arrived in a trench coat, her hair already frizzed from the humidity. She looked exhausted from a long day at the clinic, but when she saw him, her face did that thing—the soft softening of her eyes—that made the three years they’d spent together feel like a single afternoon. Will you marry me
"Just dinner," he lied, his pocket feeling ten pounds heavier with the weight of the velvet box.