She watches in horror as he goes down on one knee and opens a box with a massive diamond ring. She closes her eyes and notices how all conversation in the restaurant has died.
“Bonnie, will you marry me?” he says, his voice thick with emotion.
No, no, no, she screams in her head. This was not how it was supposed to go. All her complaining about his commitment issues, his not being romantic, and his stinginess was not to get him to propose. It was to justify her leaving.
“Yes,” she sighs and resigns herself to another six months.