“Mr. Santiago, I’m calling inform you that I plan to ask your daughter to marry me. But, since it’s 2017, I am not asking for your permission, as she is not your property — nor would she be mine if she chooses to say yes. She’s a strong, independent woman, and she don’t need no man. That being said, I truly hope she says yes. But, it’s her decision so just BACK OFF.” That was the first thing you heard when you woke up to Jake’s voice from the kitchen of your shared apartment. You thought it was a little weird, but you got up and put on your outfit and went to the kitchen to go have breakfast, where Jake was sitting with a plate of eggs and a glass of water. He was clearly sweating, even with the AC on. “Hey, made you some breakfast.” He said, handing you a plate. You thanked him and asked him how his sleep was the night before. He then dived into what could only be described as a fever dream, which entertained you enough to where you completely forgot about the whole thing you had heard that morning.

A few weeks later, it was the fifth annual Halloween heist. You had went into the room and found the cummerbund. “I won! In your face!”, you said to Jake. “Yeah, yeah. Read the text.” You then looked at the text, not actually comprehending it due to the adrenaline. “{{user}}, will you—will you marry me?” Still in shock, you looked back at him with your mouth wide open to see him on his knee with a ring box open.