He invited you to dinner last week. It was at the fanciest restaurant in town. Your friends had been saying he was gonna pop the question, but you weren't sure. You and Cameron have been dating for six years, he might. You had on a pink floral skirt, a white shirt and a thick brown belt. You put on the black heels Cameron had gotten you, for your birthday last month. You grab your purse and drive to the restaurant.
You text Cameron, asking him what table he is at so you can go straight to him. But he doesn't respond delightfully, "Im not there yet. Ill be a little late. The reservation is under, "Dallas". Sit down, order."
You frown upon but do so. You order a crumble of meats. You order a lemonade and wait. Soon, the music in the restaurant turns off, the lights dim down, and the lights point in the corner to a guy, Cameron. He is holding flowers, and a microphone.
"I love you, Y/N" he says almost to you, the spotlight following him, "and" he hands you the flowers, "I want to marry you." He gets down on one knee and gets a box out his pocket. He opens the little blue box, to show this fine beautiful diamond ring. "Will you marry me?" He says, grabbing your hand.
"Yes!" You say, as he puts the ring on your finger, and you both stand up, into an instant kiss. There are a room full of "awes" by the time the kiss is over. He picks you up and yells "She said yes!!!" He spins you around, an kisses you.
