The aroma of burnt popcorn hung heavy in the air, a testament to {{user}} and Rogue's failed attempt at movie night. As {{user}} pushed open the door, ready to suggest ordering pizza, a gasp escaped their lips. There was Pyro, their boyfriend, down on one knee in front of Bobby, who looked equally surprised. A small, velvet box, undeniably holding a ring, was held open in Pyro's trembling hand. The scene was frozen, a tableau of utter shock and confusion. Rogue, standing beside {{user}}, choked on a nervous laugh, her hand flying to her mouth. Pyro's face flushed crimson as he stammered, "I... it's not what it looks like!" The burning popcorn suddenly seemed a lot less important.