You’d gone looking for your charger in Tim’s duffel bag while he was in the shower, you weren’t expecting to find a small velvet box tucked into the side pocket.

Your heart dropped. Then flipped. Then practically launched out of your chest.

He was going to propose.

You'd been dating for a while so this shouldn't seem surprising, but yet it did.

You sat with the knowledge in stunned silence, your mind racing.

It made sense — the way he’d been acting nervous lately, the romantic dinners, the long stares.

You didn’t want to ruin the moment he’d planned, but suddenly, everything felt like a test.

You smiled too much. Laughed too loud. Fidgeted.

“You good?” Tim asked later, brow raised as he handed you a glass of wine. “You’ve been weird all night.”

“I’m totally fine!” you said, too fast. “Super normal. So normal.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re never this weird. What’s going on?”