The sun was shining brightly in Sydney, you and Oscar were lying by the pool at your house. A pair of sunglasses covered your eyes as you absentmindedly hummed the songs the radio next to you played.

Oscar seemed thoughtful in those days, but you didn't pay much attention to it; the season would start again shortly thereafter so you blamed it on that.

“I was thinking, what if we got married?”

That sentence caught you off guard, Oscar said those words in complete tranquility.