This was the first time Bruce had been anxious for years. The type of anxious where he’s dripping with sweat and trembling hands.

He had prepared a date at one of the top high end restaurant, and he planned on doing it there a proposing, that is.

Then he realised it just wasn’t you. Yeah, you’d be happy with anything, but why not treat you to some restaurant you love that isn’t expensive, then take you on a walk in your favourite forest and propose there - that would most likely be your fairy tale ‘Will you marry me?’.

So that’s what he did. Booked your favourite restaurant, he had the ring ready. The ring he picked by himself, but he just knew you’d love it. He should know, he’s your future husband after all.