“Anything at all,” says Dani.
Dani meetsme within the hour with blank pieces of tagboard under her arm and a fat marker in hand.
“Ready to do this?” she says.
“Absolutely,” I say.
For the next two hours, we take photos around the busiest areas of town, Dani using my phone to take the photos while I hold up the signs I’ve written out by hand:
Quinn…
You’re the most incredible,
the most beautiful,
the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.
And this is what I want the whole world to know:
You’re the only one I want.
You’re my everything.
Quinn, you’re my happily ever after.
After taking the last shot, Dani and I find a bench to sit down on and we go through the photos. I upload them one at a time to the Instagram account I made right before meeting up with her.
When I’ve finished uploading the final photo, Dani tags me in the photo of me on their company’s account. Letting out a breath, she looks over at me and nods.
“Let’s hope it works,” she says.
“It will,” I say—because it has to. “Thanks for doing this, Dani.”
“Oh, of course. I’m happy to help.”
Back at my apartment, the next few hours are a waiting game. I avoid checking the photos for the first hour—instead using the time to get caught up on more reading for class—but then I can’t hold out any longer.
When I open up the app, every photo I uploaded earlier is flooded with the kind of comments I was hoping for.
Oh my gosh this is so sweet!!
Not gonna lie I’m jealous! ;) Enjoy him, girl!
Whoever Quinn is she is SO DAMN LUCKY.
I look up from my phone and just sit there on my couch for a long time, doing nothing but thinking of Quinn. Thinking of her sweetness. Her kisses. Her whole beautiful self.
If this doesn’t work, the girl’s going to break my damn heart.
Finally, after what feels like a fucking eternity, the text comes from Dani. It says, simply,It’s go time.
When I check the photos one last time, the number of comments have doubled.
Love love love…
So romantic! Hope we get updates??
Propose already dude!!