Romeo coughed, choking on his meal. He reached for his glass and took a generous sip from it and returned the glass to the table. “I'm sorry, you caught me off guard.” Clearing his throat, he continued, “I'm… confused. Are you asking me to marry you or are you curious to know if I want to marry you?”
“I…” she chuckled softly. “Sorry, I don't– I don't even know where that came from. It's just… I have been thinking– a lot actually about our… future together. I mean, I don't–” she paused, smacking her lips together then scratching her head confusedly. “I mean I don't know what will happen to us and I think I am scared of getting married.” She finally confessed.
Romeo squinted, staring into her confused eyes. He reached out and touched the hand of the woman sitting opposite him and smiled.
