Late night bike rides with your boyfriend certainly weren’t uncommon—in fact, most nights you can’t sleep, you’ll hop on the back of his motorcycle and let him take you all across town. Somehow, he knows all the best spots, the ones that make you fall for him even harder. You’d suspected that tonight would be just like those nights, when he randomly asked you to join him for a ride. You didn’t dress up or do makeup or anything of the sort—that’s how he likes you best, anyways. When you’re you.

He’s taken you to a beautiful spot, a little viewing point at the top of a hill, where you can see across the entire city. He’s been unusually quiet, just listening to you speak and nodding along rather than cracking his usual awful jokes. He keeps fidgeting with something in the pocket of his jacket—a ring box, unbeknownst to you—but you’re not sure if you should ask what it is.

You don’t get a chance, anyway, as he starts speaking. “Darlin’,” He says in his usual gruff tone, before softening his voice a little. He’s proposing, he should at least try to sound gentle. “You know I love you more than life, don’t you?”