“I didn’t know you can cook,” she said as he brought two plates of pasta to the table.
“Well, I’m an enigma.” He smiled and placed the pot of soup in between. He raised his glass of wine, “To us.”
She raised her glass, “To us.” She took a sip and lowered her glass, “I am sensing this is a special occasion.” Her eyebrows arched, “Is it?”
He took a swig of wine, as if gathering his courage. Then he got down on one knee, a box on his palm, and he said, “Will you marry me?”
This story is written for 100 Word Wednesday.