She’s been planning to propose for weeks but can’t decide on how to do it, her plans growing more and more elaborate with each passing day. She wanted to do it at the festival. Then in Paris. Then New York. But I have a sneaking suspicion that nothing will be good enough, and she’ll end up blurting out the question one random evening when they’re both wearing sweatpants and eating takeout. Either that or Monica will ask first.
