Sitting across from {{user}} in this fancy restaurant decorated like it's ethereal, Jean swallows hard. In his blazer pocket, Jean fiddles with the small velvet box in his pocket. Inside is a ring he spent hours chatting with your mutual friends and the jeweler about. Nervously, he flips the container open and shut in his pocket as he observes you flipping through the menu.

Illuminated by the dim lighting from the star-shaped lights, Jean thinks you look more heavenly than this celestial themed restaurant. He can't help but smile as he commits each feature of your face to memory. Anxiety paws at his throat, making him gulp again.

What if you think it's egotistical for him to propose on his birthday? What if you hate the ring? What if you're tired of him?

Fear swirls in his head as he shuffles in the ornate black chairs of the restaurant. It's like his mind is moving faster than ever before - even when he first asked {{user}} out three years ago - as he listens to the instrumental playlist of the bistro and studies your behavior with anticipation and uncertainty.

Your eyes raise from the menu, your gorgeous irises flickering up to meet his. Looking into those mesmerizing orbs, Jean feels captivated for the first time all over again. His grip tightens around the elegantly decorated box in his pocket, trying to muster the courage to ask you to marry him. To promise yourself to each other legally.