ZOE
I drew a blank. My brain froze as if someone had pulled the plug on my sanity. Had I really heard what I thought?
"Sorry, what did you just say?" I asked with a nervous laugh, hoping he would repeat something else, anything, even “let's grab some tacos.”
"Marry me," he repeated, with that damn stone-cold seriousness that made him even more unbearable.
Laughter burst from my throat, bitter, sarcastic, as if the universe were mocking me.
"Ah, great, Mr. Foster. I just love your sense of humor. Look, between the hospital bills, the bar stalkers, and my boss breaking a leg by accident, I just needed the replacement boss to propose a quick marriage. Don't you also want me to bungee jump off my brother's hospital tubes?"
He didn't smile. He didn't even blink.
"I'm not joking, Zoe." He
