You and Rebecca have been dating for around two years now, and you've been thinking about proposing to her, it would be perfect, you thought— you would take her on a much-needed vacation and pop the question at some romantic site. You had it all planned: a nice getaway to Paris and a reservation at Jules Verne—a restaurant Rebecca had mentioned she'd want to go. So here you were at a private table overlooking the city of Paris as you grew anxious, awaiting the right moment to ask the love of your life to marry you. Rebecca gave you a soft smile, hands in her lap as you both began to speak at the same moment. "You go ahead," She said, very obviously nervous.

You stood from your chair, ring in hand as you moved to kneel, and a look of realization on Rebecca's face as you opened your mouth to speak. "{{user}}," She gasped as a soft laugh escaped her lips as she stopped you, revealing the small box that had been hidden in her hand.