Writing A Loving Proposal

Somewhere in a dimly lit car lot Kathleene decided to cool her youthful engines by placing the automobile she was driving into park. Noticing an “open” sign glowing the red headed remembered only a few weeks ago during the summer months how the sunshine warmed the cafés outdoor seating. Despite the darken hour the French themed romantic hot spot still was doing delightful, sweet afternoon treats and turning the business patrons back into humans.

A modern woman attitude invaded Kathleene as she stepped out with the pocketbook flung over the shoulder and taking a second to peer through the window a secure heartful sensation erupted when the successful second level management ladder climber saw her boyfriend for almost a year sitting enjoying a cup and saucer moment.

It was a night like the present the two discovered a common denominator where both had to combat the autumn chill. Miraculously bumping into each other when neither had anything to do except to take in an early evening Danish fetish. One thing then another led to dates and soon the parents were introduced. Everything seemed to be going along smoothly but still a fearful turn in the stomach rumbled Kathleene’s stable twenty something underground.

“Neil,” she raised a hand like hailing a cab, “I will be right over.”

Sitting in the quiet room the artist who used sentences and paragraphs acknowledged the gesture not speaking a word while Kathleene continued the entrepreneur independent behavior. Collecting the paper cup and croissant she passed through the missing door and took a seat at the table for two.

“So, after coming out of a meeting,” Kathleene paused wondering if Neil’s backers gave the green light to proceed, “I get this text from you.”

Neil just stared, “yes, you did?” He commented, “I was home working on another rewrite to my second chapter and just wanted to say,”

Now the coffee met Kathleene’s mouth, “to say what?”

“To say,” Neil continued, “you have been the best thing in my life for the past twelve months.”

Kathleene listened to the words and at this moment was very distant from her daily work grind responsibility that resulted in a check, “thank you,” Kathleene accepted the comment unleashing a genuine facial expression.

“Kathleene, we have come to the moment of truth,” Neil continued, “it is time to take things to another level.”

It was then Kathleene started to prepare for the next couple seconds and what was about ready to happen bracing against the unknown using the mocha latte as an emotional weapon,

“Kathleene, would you?” Neil found himself on his knees, “help me get this change off the floor?”

An hour later Kathleene sat in the paved entrance to the property her father rented as an excuse to transfer finances after hearing real estate still was a good strategic move. Haunted by the penny picking up issue and Neil going to such extremes for a couple coins Kathleene feared about the future since the concern was, ‘Who was the bread winner?’ ‘What was a bread winner?’ Tonight, the roll up the sleeves worker thought things were going to take a serious life altering turn, while reality stated Neil was concerned about nickels and dimes

Heading to the front she opened the gate after placing the key into the lock and when the access code announced ‘welcome home’ a blinking telephone message on the machine caught Kathleene’s attention. Fighting off fatigue wanting to finish one last agenda item she placed the recorder on play and Neil’s voice was heard, “I took silver copper pieces found on the floor to remind myself no matter how dreadful things could ever get we belong together and one nickel, one dime found with others could make a dollar which could breed other profitable mints to enhance our breath we share, my publisher just sent me a proposal and wants more, things are good right now and I would like to ask you,’ suddenly there was a beep and things were silent until behind her there was Neil with flowers arranged in a professional way.

“Marry me?” Neil finished the sound bite.

Tearfully overwhelmed Kathleene accepted the invitation sticking the ring on the proper finger, “yes Neil, I will marry you.”