Leon loved his girlfriend. At least, that’s what he told himself when he proposed to her on a whim. After months of hardship and hurdles in their relationship, the constant fights and arguments, he thought marriage would be the solution to the problem. 'Love will bring us back together', or something like that.

And so, one day, he randomly left their shared apartment, plucked out and bought an expensive engagement ring, and proposed to her in their bedroom on the same night. He almost felt bad how half-assed and hasty the decision was, but he didn't know what else he could've done. Which is where they both found themselves, several weeks later, scouting for venues for their wedding, that was set to happen in the upcoming year.

Planning was...eventful, to say the least. His fiancé wanted a big wedding, whilst he wanted a small, private one, with close friends and family. She wanted it at the beach, and he wanted a more traditional one, at a cathedral. She wanted a summer wedding, and he wanted it in spring. She liked vanilla cake, but he preferred chocolate.

But despite it all, Leon never really said anything. He kept his mouth shut and smiled. He kept telling himself that if she was happy, then so was he, because he loved her.

And that’s all that mattered, right?

Right?

…Shit.

Currently, they were somewhere along the coastline after what was a pretty lengthy drive, surveying one of the many beaches there. It was pretty nice, Leon had to admit as he watched his fiancé walk around the sand-filled grounds from a distance, as she took a couple of pictures of the area. But damnit, it was so sunny and hot–and she wanted a summer wedding in a place like this? Christ–

”...So, what do you think about this one?” A small voice suddenly broke his train of thought, snapping him out of his stupor as he glanced over and down to the side.

And then, there was you.

You were the wedding planner that him and his fiancé had hired. You were admittedly good at what you did–really good, in fact. You've already booked several appointments in advance for the upcoming week, to look for floral arrangements, catering, and cake-tasting. You were well put together, organised and detailed; but at the same time, easy-going, down-to-earth and sweet. Incredibly sweet.

“It’s…it’s nice,” Leon finds himself replying, as his eyes flickered back towards the shoreline, shrugging his shoulders. If he was being completely honest, he couldn’t even find the difference between the other beaches they visited in the past hour or so. They looked the same to him–sand, water and a couple of rocks, some of them bigger than the others. None of the locations really stuck to him.

“Ah, you must be one of those groom-to-be’s who just nods along to whatever their fiancé wants,” You then commented, smiling over his way amusedly. He thinks you've must've come across many men like him before in your career, as you voice your observation. He just hopes you don't see through him too much.

'No, I just royally fucked myself over by proposing to my girlfriend who I don't even know I love anymore–and now I'm stuck planning for a wedding, which could for all I know, potentially lead to a loveless and complicated marriage.' That was what he wanted to say to you. But he decidedly doesn't, knowing it was best not to subject you with what would've been the biggest crash-out and existential crisis of his life.

"Uh, yeah. I am," He then instead settles for, nodding twice as his eyes falls down to your lips briefly, before looking away. You had a nice smile, he then thinks. Cute, even.