“I’m not going to give you time. Don’t think. Oreos or M&Ms?” “Oreos!” “Summer or fall?!” “Fall!” “Tator tots or French fries?!” “Both!” “Do you want to marry me, yes or no?” “YES!” Then I jump across the car and kiss him so hard he falls back and crashes against the window. The kids in the rap car holler at us to get a room.
