I feel myself blush.
Aelita giggles—a soft, melodious sound, no doubt finding this cute.
He's as nervous as he was in high school, she must be thinking. I see a flash of nostalgia in her eyes. I feel my own, but it's quickly covered by nervousness. I try to push it down.
I have somewhat of an excuse to act this way.
I drop to one knee, carefully sliding something out of my pocket, and watch as her expression turns from affection to shock.
A few seconds pass before I manage to get the words out.
"Will you marry me?"