You were about two spoonfuls in when something smacked against your window.

You stand up from the bed with a start. One more tap against the window.

Oh. So this was exactly who you thought it was.

You dragged me over to the window, yanked it open, and sitting on the road in front of your driveway was the Revello Formula 1 car, emblazoned across the front was the enormous red number 44.

Your car.

"WHAT ON EARTH, MIG!" You shouted as you leaned out the window.

He just shrugged. And then the idiot held up a poster board.

‘OKAY.’

He flipped it over.

‘HEAR ME OUT.’

You crossed your arms and called, “NO”

He just grabbed another poster board.

‘GET DOWN HERE.’

You made it down the stairs, then out through the front door of your house, rushing down the steps towards the car, where Miguel sat, his infuriatingly pretty hair ruffling about in the bare breeze as he tossed his helmet in the air and caught it with a grin.

You planted your hands on your hips before him. “Explain. Car.”

”Well, listen, cariño,” He grinned impishly. He swung his legs over the side of the car and stood up. Your heart thudded in your rib cage. “It took me a hot minute to get all this together.”

You sighed with all the drama you could muster, draping your arms across his shoulders. "Well, how about now you come inside and apologise for your lateness by eating dinner before it gets cold”

“I can apologise for my lateness,” Miguel lowered his lips to yours, “in much better ways.”

“Mmm-hmm,“ you murmured with a smile, letting your eyes flutter closed.

Then Miguel did the second criminal thing and tilted his head away. You groaned. 'Oh, my god, tell me this charade will be over soon, Mig!'

“Yeah.” He reached into the cockpit of the car, “I just needed to grab something I left in here real quick”

You rolled your eyes. “Miguel, please hurry up, the food is-“Your mouth fell open when you saw him. He was on one knee before you, holding a little blue velvet box, inside which sat the most stunning ring.