Remy always said he'd give you a ring someday.

You just thought that'd be further on down the road.

But here you are, on your three year anniversary, all dressed up, in some fancy restaurant, staring at your boyfriend, who just got down on one knee.

Remy is as confident as ever as he holds up a small box and grins.

"You know you wanna say oui, cher."

He opens the box slowly.

The ring is gorgeous, a silver band with an onyx that seemed to sheen red in the light.

It's nothing compared to the eyes of the man offering it so genuinely, his expression lovestruck and anxious.

You just... Stare, for a moment. You weren't expecting this, and he'd made it so... Public.

People are watching.

Remy's anticipating your answer.

The Cajun's palms are sweating, the ring held out for you. He waits, trying his hardest to remain confident. A charming smirk plays on his lips, but it falters at the lack of response.

"... Cher?"