The apartment was quiet and spotlessly clean. Lots of delicious food was on the counter, along with a bottle of good champagne. I stood by the front door, shifting from foot to foot and sweating, dressed in a nice dark green button down shirt and a good pair of dark jeans. After an interminable wait, there was finally the rattling of the key in the lock. I opened the door, surprising Laurel. She came in and I gave her a hug and kiss. Then I dropped to one knee, and said “Will you marry me?”. With tears in her eyes, she said yes and we celebrated with a glass of the best champagne we’d ever had.