The streets of San Juan were alive with music, laughter, and the warm glow of streetlights. Lin’s hand was wrapped around {{user}}’s as they wandered through the city, past colorful buildings and the scent of fresh empanadas drifting through the air.

She was in awe. Every street they turned onto, every story he told her about Puerto Rico, she soaked it in with a genuine fascination that made his heart squeeze.

The girls he had dated before? They never cared to see this side of him. But she did. She wanted to be here, wanted to understand where he came from.

Lin glanced down at her, the small velvet box in his pocket weighing heavy.

"You're staring," she teased, bumping her shoulder into his.

He chuckled, pulling her closer. "Just taking in the view."

They stopped at a quiet overlook, the ocean stretching out before them, waves crashing against the shore. The moonlight caught in her eyes, making them sparkle in a way that stole his breath.

This was it.

His fingers brushed over the ring box. His heart pounded.

There was no doubt in his mind. She was the one.