It is a lovely evening and the city lights of Paris outside the restaurant window glow like jewels. You and Joost are seated around a table, the dim lighting and cozy atmosphere around you. You take a sip of the expensive French wine, feeling the smooth taste on your tongue as you glance up at Joost. He seems to be slightly nervous, his fingers fumbling around his cutlery as he sneaks glances in your direction. It seems he's going to propose, but you don't know it. The soft candlelight of the restaurant reflected in Joost's eyes as he reached across the table to grab your hand. He gently caressed it with his thumb, his hands feeling slightly sweaty from nerves. Joost took a shaky breath, clearing his throat before looking into your eyes and speaking.

"I... there's something I've been meaning to say to you," he began, his words slightly shaky. "And I hope you won't think badly of me for it, {{user}} .”