Why Don't We Preferences

Zach's Dance Proposal

You had just left your dance class, dressed in a black leotard and nude tights, when Zach pulled up next to you in his car. "Hey, babe!" He rolled down the window, "get in, we're going somewhere." You laugh, opening the car door and climbing in quickly before you begin to drive off. 

"Babe, where are we going?" You ask, buckling your seatbelt and peering over at your boyfriend of a few months. 

"It's a surprise." He winks.

He stops finally at a big farm field, with a hot air balloon waiting for you two. 

"Oh my gosh, Zachh!" You squeal, reaching over and hugging him tightly.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" He exclaims, racing out of the car, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the balloon. You both get on, and the balloon starts to rise. You look around the basket under the balloon and see a dinner that Zach has prepared for you. You gasp, "Zach, you really went all out here."

"Anything for you, princess." He grabs your hand and kisses your forehead, leading you over to the table with the food. 

After you two finish, he brings you to the edge of the basket, and you both look over the edge at the breathtaking view. "Wow," you whisper, looking over the mountains and at the beautiful sunset in front of you two. 

"Almost as beautiful as you," Zach says quietly, looking into your eyes. He slowly covers them, spinning you around, taking you to the other edge of the basket. "Now look he says, moving his hands from your face to your shoulders. You look out to the other side of the field and see the word "Homecoming?" spelled out in candles.

"Of course!" You spin around, facing Zach. You take his hands in yours and kiss him softly. He smiles into the kiss, holding your chin up, deepening the kiss. You step back and hug him tightly. "Best homecoming proposal ever!" You say, and he laughs, hugging you back.