I can't believe how nervous I am.
I want everything to be perfect -- the corner booth, the wine, the ring -- all carefully chosen, specifically for her. Now I'm just waiting for the right moment.
Sitting across from me, she smiles and makes casual conversation, while typing into her phone. My phone is lying on the seat next to me, waiting.
As the waiter clears our dishes, I send the message that I'd queued up earlier.
Both phones bleep.
I look at the display:
08:14:32 [sent] WILL U MARRY ME? <3
08:14:32 [received] I THINK WE NEED 2 C OTHER PPL.