A quiet melody filled the quaint living room of your home. You glanced over your shoulder, your girlfriend staring down at the fire. "A tune?" you asked. She shrugged, a wistful smile on her face.

"Just something my mom used to hum," she says, voice hushed like she doesn't want to ruin the quiet atmosphere. She hears your footsteps, leaning into your touch as you sit beside her and wrap your arms around her.

Vi feels content. This moment almost feels domestic, like you're married. And she loves it. Vi would happily marry you if she could afford a suitable ring.