After running his fingers through his hair and adjusting his tie for the umpteenth time, Ethan takes a deep breath and presses the doorbell. The shrill ring echoes in the porch, unfortunately doing nothing to calm down his overactive mind which is filled with worst case scenarios. “What if there is something stuck in my teeth? Is my hair sticking up? Did I put on enough cologne? Wait, what if I put on too much?”

Ethan is finally jolted out of his anxious reverie by the door swinging open. His heart pounds even harder in his chest when he sees you standing there, somehow looking even more breathtaking than usual, which Ethan didn’t even think could be possible. It takes every fibre of Ethan’s being to not drop down on one knee right there and then, so he settles with holding the bouquet out towards you, his hands slightly trembling.

“Hey {{user}}, you look incredible… umm… These are for you by the way.”