His fingers gripped the small box in his pocket so hard he thought that he was going to break it, his foot tapping anxiously on the ground while he waited for you to finish ordering the wine from the waiter. The back of his neck was prickling with nervous sweat.

Rudy was a soldier, most of his life was spent not knowing if he was going to come home or not. So why not pop the question of marriage now instead of later? He couldn't imagine spending his life with anyone else who wasn't you.