"Give it a chance KP, it'll be fun. I can smell the nachos already."
Kim rolled her eyes. She'd grown to love Ron's geeky persona, but spending a Saturday night at the nation's largest Nacho Convention so wasn't her idea of fun. Sighing, she got out of the car and forced a smile. Ron had gone to great lengths to get into NachoCon in the first place, and she knew that despite his position as manager of more than one Bueno Nacho, it must have really cost him to get a ticket for her as well on such short notice. Ron flashed the ticket holder a smile and held the door for Kim. As they entered the vicinity, Kim looked around. She was met with nacho booths as far as the eye could see—this was going to be a long night.
"Michael, my man! Have you met my fiancé, Kim, yet?"
Kim spun around to face one of Ron's fellow Bueno Nacho employees. Michael smiled.
"I think we've met before, but fiancé? That's new."
Ron smiled and Kim tried to smile back. It still felt weird to think of being engaged to Ron, even though they'd been dating for years.
"I proposed last week," Ron proclaimed proudly.
"Have you started making any plans for the wedding yet?"
Michael gave Kim a clearly fake "I'm so happy for you" smile. It was starting to make Kim feel a bit dizzy. She hesitated.
"Not yet, but I've been pretty busy. I'm sure we'll start the planning soon."
Ron gave her a concerned look.
"Are you okay? You don't look very good..."
"Yeah, I'm just feeling a little queasy. I think I need to get some air—be back in a few."
Kim walked briskly to the door until Ron was out of view and slumped down against the wall. She just got engaged to her partner in crime. He was her best friend, he knew her better than she knew herself, and there was no doubt that he'd make her happy for the rest of her life. The problem was, when she thought of marriage even now, it wasn't Ron who she saw standing at the alter.