You’re going strawberry picking with your boyfriend Denver. You laugh as he eats another one instead of putting it in the basket.

“Stop that!” You grin, poking his chest.

He smiles before grabbing your hand and pulling you against him, making the basket tilt slightly.

“Look, you dropped one.” He teases, bending down to pick it up.

He grabs the strawberry, still kneeling.

He looks at you with bright eyes as he opens it, revealing that it’s not a strawberry.. but a box resembling one with a ring inside.

“Will you marry me?” He asks, chuckling when you fling yourself at him and squeal with excitement.