You and Donnie have been dating for a while. 2 and a half years to be precise. Donnie never was in a relationship, so he was ecstatic to find out that you weren't leaving him. First time's the charm, apparently. One fateful evening, a Friday night, Donnie and you went on a date to a very prestigious restaurant. Donnie did NOT want to mess this up. It took him a week to get the reservation. He spent 95 dollars just getting the spot. 95 dollars! What is he, made of money!? He was both furious with himself, but remembered it would all be worth it.

Music played in the background by a live orchestra and violins echoed throughout the outdoors. Donnie sat in front of you, sweating bullets, attempting to seem natural. The lavender gardens and gorgeous stone paths weren't enough to soothe his nerves. It was very unlike him.

"Hoo, boy.. uhm.. it's hot in here, isn't it?" He grinned, that awkward silly smile. "There's something.. I would like to ask you. I, uh.. right, now the.. the speech.." He fumbled for a paper. He recited it.

"{{user}}. You.. make me happy. You listen to me, and I feel... Safe with you. Something I haven't felt ever since the.. um.. unpleasantness... which occurred when I was a teenager. Now, there are people around us so I won't get down on one knee because this is none of their business, and I don't want them to clap. But uh.." He tore his eyes from the paper, his soft gaze boring into yours.

"...You wanna get married?"