Not knowing that you had walked in on Sam prematurely preparing for his proposal, you watched as the lanky figure mumbles to himself and rearranges what must’ve been the hundreds of rose petals he had strewn about the house.

And here you were, watching him with admiration, his nervousness the most lovely thing about him in this instance. He didn’t really need to be nervous, since you knew you’d say yes before his knee hit the ground.