You and Luther had been together for long times. Luther had a habit of teasing you with fake proposals—you always fell for those anyway.

One afternoon, as they strolled down a quiet street, chatting about nothing in particular, without warning, Luther paused and lowered himself to one knee on the pavement. His expression was unusually solemn, his gaze steady.

“Hey, {{user}}.. will you…” he began softly as he looked up at you

You froze. Your breath caught in your throat. For a fleeting second, the world seemed to still around you. The teasing glint in his eye was absent, replaced by something tender. Your heart raced. “No… he wouldn’t. Not here. Not like this… But what if..?” you thought.

“Will you wait for me while I tie my shoe?” he finished with a laugh.