By Criss
By Criss, April 16, 2024
In a heartwarming yet slightly comical scene at the local bistro, John Thompson, 28, attempted to propose to his girlfriend, Emily Harris, 26. However, fate had other plans as Emily remained blissfully unaware of the romantic gesture unfolding before her.
The cozy restaurant, known for its delectable cuisine and intimate ambiance, was the chosen setting for John’s proposal. As the soft candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the exposed brick walls, John nervously fumbled with the small velvet box in his pocket. The diamond ring nestled inside sparkled, waiting for its moment to shine.
John had meticulously planned the evening. He had requested their favorite table by the window, where the moon’s glow would accentuate the magic of the moment. The waiter, in on the secret, had discreetly placed the champagne on ice, ready to celebrate their love.
However, as John cleared his throat and began his heartfelt speech, Emily’s attention remained fixed elsewhere. Her eyes were locked on the menu, her brow furrowed in concentration. The tantalizing descriptions of dishes danced before her, and she debated between the lobster bisque and the filet mignon.
“Emily,” John began, his voice trembling with emotion, “we’ve been through so much together. You’re my best friend, my confidante, and the love of my life.” He reached across the table, his hand seeking hers. But Emily’s fingers were busy tracing the words “truffle-infused risotto” on the menu.
John’s heart sank. He had rehearsed this moment countless times, envisioning tears of joy and an enthusiastic “yes.” Instead, Emily’s obliviousness threatened to derail his carefully laid plans.
The couple’s neighboring diners exchanged amused glances. The elderly couple at the adjacent table leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. “She’s really into that menu,” the old man chuckled, nudging his wife.
Undeterred, John soldiered on. “Emily,” he said, louder this time, “will you marry me?” The words hung in the air, waiting for acknowledgment.
Finally, Emily looked up, her eyes wide. “Oh!” she exclaimed, blinking in surprise. “I’m sorry, John. What did you say?”
John’s heart swirled with a mix of frustration and affection. “Emily,” he repeated, “will you be my wife?”
Her face transformed from confusion to realization. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took in the ring, its brilliance catching the candlelight. “Yes!” she exclaimed, her laughter bubbling forth. “Yes, a thousand times yes!”
The restaurant erupted in applause. The waiter uncorked the champagne, and John slipped the ring onto Emily’s finger. Their love story, marked by a moment of culinary distraction, would forever be etched in their hearts.
As they toasted to their future, John couldn’t help but tease Emily. “You were really into that menu, weren’t you?”
She grinned, her cheeks flushed. “Well, the truffle-infused risotto sounded divine.”
And so, amidst the clinking of glasses and the aroma of gourmet dishes, John and Emily celebrated their engagement—a tale of love, laughter, and a woman who remained blissfully focused on the food. 🥂💍
