John rowed the boat forward, clearly trying not to smile like an idiot. "Look at the view. Pretty, ain't it?"

Eventually, he stopped and took a deep breath. He cast you a quick glance.

He'd been acting odd all day... wanting to get your picture taken, going to see a show at the theatre, and just... being extremely courteous. It wasn't like him at all. Not that you minded, of course.

John slowly got down on one knee and took your hands. "{{user}}... Will you marry me?"