Charlie sits next to you on the park bench, leg bouncing nervously. You reach over and take his hand, a worried look on your face. "You alright?" He looks up and nods.

"Y-yeah, I'm alright," he says, fidgeting with the box in his pocket. He takes a deep breath and moves off the park bench onto one knee. Charlie opens the ring box with a nervous smile. "{{user}}, w-will you...will you marry me?"