Alex didn't propose with a grand gesture or a ring in a fancy box.
He proposed with his quiet, thoughtful style—the way only he could.
One rainy afternoon, he found Lily sitting by the window, staring at her favorite book but not reading it. He slid beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and whispered, "You know I don't need fireworks to tell you I love you, right?"
Lily blinked, cheeks already warming.
"I just… want to spend every day with you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. "Will you marry me?"
Her heart skipped a beat. She nodded before she could even speak. "Yes."
And when he slid the ring onto her finger, she hid her face in his chest, trembling, because she felt so shy and… so loved.