Keegan is sitting in your living room waiting for you to finish getting ready for the fancy date he had decided to take you on. From where you were, you’d hear the occasional complaint over how long you were taking, but that all came to a stop the moment you appeared in front of him.

His lips parted, eyes full of awe at the sight of you.

“Marry me,” he blurted.

Then he shook his head, trying to regain his composure.

“Sorry… don’t know where that came from…”