Seven years in the making

It started with a spilled coffee and a borrowed napkin at a tiny bookshop café in Portland. George was reading the same novel Amy had just finished. One conversation turned into six hours, and neither of us has stopped talking since.

On a quiet morning hike overlooking the coast, George got down on one knee with the ring hidden in a wildflower bouquet. Amy said yes before he finished the question. Biscuit approved.