Sitting at the kitchen table eating the pie, she listened to him. With her mouth full of sweet crumbling pastry, she couldn’t get a word in. Perhaps that was a good thing though, because it was giving him the chance to pour everything out. At first, she had been unsure of even letting him in, but now she was glad she had done. Without warning, he tumbled from the chair, balanced on one knee and held out the open red box with the ring nestled inside. Gasping, she accepted the acknowledgment of love.