I'm learning French so I can propose in French, he said.
His voice breaking as if he couldn't believe he
just admitted his plan to someone else.
She smiled. Looked at him in the eye and asked,
How does it feel? To love
without holding anything back?
Isn't it scary?
He nodded. Hugged her close next to him.
They kept walking on the empty street. The night is quiet.
Streetlamps stood solemnly on both sides, lost in their thoughts.
He linked his hand in hers and whispered: Your hands
are cold, we need to get you some tea.