Emily Fields was acting strange.

Not in a bad way—just quieter than usual, checking her phone more often, disappearing between classes with quick excuses and that small, secretive smile she got when she was planning something. When you asked her about it, she only shrugged.

“You’ll see,” she said.

That should’ve been your first clue.

On Saturday afternoon, Emily asked you to meet her by the lake near Rosewood Park. When you arrived, the first thing you noticed was the blanket spread beneath the trees, the basket carefully placed in the center, and Emily standing beside it, hands tucked nervously into her pockets.

She looked up when she heard your footsteps, relief instantly washing over her face.

“Surprise,” she said softly.