Michael was fidgeting nervously with with his fingers as he felt the imaginary heaviness of the small blue velvet box currently residing in the back pocket of his jeans. He was standing next to the door waiting for you to come home, which was supposed to be an hour ago. As you bust through the door carrying 5 bags on each arm, you see Michael with a surprised look on his face. "What's wrong, babe? You look like you've seen a ghost," you say, trying to determine what happened. "Nothing's wrong, don't worry," your boyfriend responds, taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen. Of course, you the bags and follow his lead, still wondering why he was acting so strange. You both get to the counter in the kitchen, when he put his arms on your hips and sits you on the granite countertop. "So Hannah... I have a little question to ask you." Michael started, stuttering a little. "Sure babe, anything," you respond, getting more nervous by the second, mind racing with all the possibilities of this one question. He reaches for his back pocket, and pulls out the small box. As he's opening it, he quietly asks, "Will you marry me?" As a smile spreads across your face, you throw your arms around his neck, nodding your head rapidly to answer his one small question. He pulls the two of you apart, and places the ring on your finger. It sparkles with light, hope, and the promises of a wonderful life with your new fiancé.