"Whoa! Slow down (y/n)!" Travis shouted as you both ran down the beach. You had taken something from his back pocket. Suddenly, Travis used his Hermes speed and grabbed your waist. Then he grabbed the box that was in your hands opening it. He knelt on one knee.
"(Y/n) (l/n), will you marry me?" He asked? You nodded vigerously and shouted yes. Travis gingerly placed his lips on yours.
