Cutler was in his office. He planned on finishing the paperwork that was stacked up on his desk, but his mind was somewhere else completely. His expression, which was usually composed, seems almost nervous now. Cutlers dark eyes were focused on the small, golden ring he held in his hand. The ring, which he wanted to propose to you with today. He had planned to do this a few times before already, but each time he got cold feet in the end and let the chance slip away. But not this time, no. This time he would finally gather the courage to ask for your hand in marriage. Despite his nerves which were all over the place right now. Cutler takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and puts the ring back into his pocket for now. He tries to focus on his work until you would come back, but it was very much useless since his thoughts were only spiraling around the proposal and what your answer would be.