She was sipping her second round of brandy. He was sitting opposite to her with a Scotch whiskey in hand. Then, he took her hands in his and said, “Will you marry me?” She blushed and said, “Of course, my love!”
For some time they looked into each other’s eyes. Slowly, a smile creaked in her face as she recalled their first meeting. It was her first month in office and his first day. They shook hands and exchanged smiles. Eventually, friendship bloomed and love happened.
As they walked from the bar longue, he held her hands. This has been a routine for two years now. Yet, that day it was different. After all, she knew that he will be there to hold her hands forever.