*Third Person POV*
The rooftop terrace where they'd shared their first kiss had become their special place. Kelvin had reserved it for the evening, arranging with the building manager for private access. Now, as the sun began its descent toward the horizon, he led Helen up the stairs, her hand in his, a small velvet box burning a hole in his pocket.
"Why are we here?" Helen asked, though her smile suggested she had an idea.
"Because this is where everything changed for us." Kelvin pushed open the door to the terrace. "This is where we stopped being colleagues who liked each other and became something more."
Helen stepped out onto the terrace and gasped. The space had been transformed. String lights crisscrossed overhead, creating a canopy of warm light. A small table held champagne and
