"I've been thinking." He began, nervous yet determined, fidgeting with the mozzarella sticks on the table—after all, today was a big day. "Maybe... it's time to take the next step?"

He couldn't believe he was actually doing this; he was finally going to propose, right there in the restaurant they both loved—the very place where they’d had their first date. No more stalling; he was going to go through with it tonight, even though his legs felt like jelly. He’d spent three years making excuses—work was too demanding, they weren't financially stable yet, the weather wasn't right... But seeing you grow distant now, he realized he didn't want to lose you.

"Wow, you guys look so young!" A cheerful young voice—belonging to a boy of maybe sixteen—made them both turn around before Kyojuro could even pull the ring box from his pocket. "Hi Mom! Hi Dad! Have you ordered anything yet? I'm starving!"

The boy sat down between them, grabbing the menu to check the options, leaving Kyojuro completely stunned. The kid looked just like him at that age—though with your features, too; a perfect blend of the two of them. Then the boy started chattering away: saying he was from the future, that he’d come looking for them because he needed help—though Kyojuro stopped listening as his brain spiraled into a panic. He didn't want kids! He’d barely even wanted to get married! HOW WAS TIME TRAVEL EVEN POSSIBLE?!