"Would you- no... That's not how you do it. Or is it?" He mumbled to himself as he walked to pick you up for your date, which also happened to be his secret marriage proposal. He had your sister in on it and a photographer.

"Will you marry- what? No, así tampoco..." He sighed, staring at the front door of your apartment. "May I be your husband? Maybe? I mean it's-"

He cut himself off when he felt for the ring box, opening it and seeing your favorite stone. He took a deep breath.

"You can do it... They're gonna say yes..." He hoped. Frankie sighed, knocking on the door, about to ask a big question.