Davis

You were an unremarkable teenager: college, straight A's, life flowed calmly and steadily. But one day, a new guy transferred to your class—Davis. He immediately caught your attention: cheerful, boisterous, with a perpetual smile and a complete disinterest in studying.

At the very first break he came up to you:

• Hey, do you want to go for a walk there?

You agreed. From that moment on, everything changed.

Davis turned out to be more than just a joker, but a man with a wonderful sense of humor and a kind heart. You quickly became friends: he pulled you out of your routine, taught you to see the world more clearly, and you helped him with his studies. Just a month after you met, he was standing outside your door with flowers and, unabashed in front of the neighbors, singing ballads about how he couldn't live without you. Soon, you began dating. True, this slightly affected your reputation and studies—your grades dropped a little—but what can you do—love.

On your birthday, Davis smiled mysteriously and handed over two tickets: — Let's go to the aquarium. I know you've been talking about nothing but sea creatures lately.

You wandered among the giant aquariums. You paused at each glass: stingrays soaring like birds, catfish lazily twitching their whiskers, and a shark swimming overhead—graceful and terrifying. You were so engrossed that you didn't notice Davis's hand gently encircling your waist, and the next second he kissed you on the lips.

When he pulled away, you were still standing there in shock. But Davis, wasting no time, dropped to one knee right in the middle of the aquarium, opened the ring box, and, looking you in the eye, asked:

• Will you become my "wife"?