(A)pples
"Mason!"
Mason Hewitt thanked his years of baseball as he caught the apple flying directly at his face. Glancing around he caught the eyes of his boyfriend of three years, walking towards him. Liam had his hands dogged into his pockets as he approached Mason with a wicked smile. "You caught the apple."
"Why did you throw an apple at me?" Mason asked completely ignoring Liam's presence question.
"In Ancient Greece throwing apples are signs of asking for one's hand in marriage." Liam announced as he smiled brightly at Mason who stared down at the apple to see writing on it. Chuckling at the words, Mason glanced up at Liam "Yes I'll marry you."