Natasha loved the way you smiled. She loved running her fingers through your hair. She loved the way your eyes lit up when she brought up something you liked. She loved the way her heart fluttered when she thought of you. She loved the way you quickly agreed to go to your favorite Italian restaurant. She loved the way the ring was nestled in her pocket. She loved the way she knew that she wanted to spend her future with as she sat with you.

“Is the food up to standards?”

She smiled softly