The Breakup

That's it, then.

I guess.

Did you remember to pack up your kitchen stuff?

I took all my things.

Your... measuring spoons?

Yeah, I got those.

The cactus cup from that Mexican place in Texas?

What are you talking about?

You know the one... the restaurant we went to after my cousin's wedding.

That broke years ago.

Oh. I see. What about your Swiftie sweatshirt? That was in the dryer—

I would NEVER forget my Swiftie stuff. What kind of fan do you take me for?

Okay, then maybe you forgot to check under the bed?

Under the bed? Why?

Maybe you forgot something. Maybe it dropped to the floor while you were packing.

Unlikely, but okay. Hold on. Let me go look.

Find anything?

What's this? Why does this box have my name on it?

Open it and find out.

What the... did you do this?

Maybe. Do you like it?

But I thought you said you never wanted to get married. That it's just a trap.

Yes... I did say that.

So, why the ring?

Do you like it?

Of course... it's beautiful.

So are you. Inside and out. I didn't understand that, REALLY understand it, until you left.

What are you saying? Oh my God, you're dropping to one knee…

Yes, Maria. I love you. I don't want to lose you. We're perfect together.

…

Will you marry me?

...

Maria, if you don’t have an answer now, that’s okay. I understand if you—

Yes. Yes, Steven. Yes, I'll marry you.

Oh, thank God. I thought you were going to say no for a minute.

I was thinking about it.

Really?

No, of course not. I love you, you big dummy.

Me too... not the dummy part, though.

You better not call me a dummy.

Never.

Then I think we're good here.

Yeah. We're good.