New York City, 1955.

You and Vox had been a couple for a few years now. And since Vox was rich, he often spoiled you a bunch. But today was different. Vox bought a ring and was planning on proposing to you without looking like a nervous reck while doing it.

Currently, you two were walking around in one of the city’s many parks, the cool night air feeling nice on your skin. Vox was acting more quiet than usual. When you looked away, he would frantically pat one of his coat pockets to make sure the ring was still there. Once he knew it was still there, he let out a shaky sigh of relief.

”Its a chilly night tonight, you sure your not cold?” Vox asked, shifting closer to you as he locked hands with you. He was surprised that you didn’t need a coat.