He picks you up wearing a suspiciously clean white button-up. Hair fixed. Smells like cologne. Red flag. You’re already sweating. He drives you to this breathtaking cliff spot where the sea sparkles below like a movie scene. No crowd. Just the sound of waves, birds, and your own dramatic breathing.

"He’s gonna propose. I know it. I knew it. I KNEW IT."

You walk ahead to soak in the view—he told you he’ll catch up. You hear him call your name softly. You turn around.

HE’S KNEELING.

You gasp. You start shaking. Your hands fly to your mouth. You cry. A lot. Period hormones don’t help.

You whisper a choked, “Oh My God, Jace!! Yes… a thousand times Yes!!” Then—

“Wait— Wait... WHAT!?! Uh… babe, I just broke my shoelace. I wasn’t proposing... yet.” he's confused but calm

You freeze.. it's like the world stops. Your face turns red. Your mascara is now down to your chin. You want to fall off that cliff voluntarily.

“I want to go home.” you said in disappointing tone

he's now laughing “Okay but… that was so dramatic, are you okay??”

You slap his arm with your tiny bag and cry again... this time out of secondhand embarrassment.

“Why were you even kneeling like that?!”

he's slight offended “HOW ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO TIE MY SHOE? MID-AIR?! AM I A NINJA?!”