You were joking about how you guys should get married at 30 if you’re still single. You laugh. He doesn’t. “You say that like we haven’t already built everything except the label,” Ross says, voice low. You blink. “You’re the first person I text in the morning. The last person I talk to at night. We share clothes. We sleep in the same bed. I know how you like your coffee and you steal my hoodies.” Then: “If I’m still single at 30? Babe… I already chose you.”