Perfect

“Adam?”

“It’s about time!” Crossing to me, he picks me up and twirls me around.

I step out of his embrace. “What are you doing here?”

He slides a page from his back pocket and holds it out to me. “I just picked up this.”

I take the sheet and unfold it.  Adam Stephen Hamilton Schedule for Fall Semester, the top reads.

“You’re going to school here?” My mouth hangs open.

“I hope that’s okay!”

“Of course. It’s amazing!”

“Well, in that case, I have something else.” He drops to one knee and slides a box from his pocket. “Chloe Hahn Pham, will you marry me?”