Quietly, Rob straightened his bowtie. He was clearly nervous, and he kept on fumbling with the box in his pocket.

Preston's mom smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up, signaling that Preston's Jaguar had pulled up to the curb. Preston looked around, confused, and Rob chuckled. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the pavilion. Preston looked at him and smiled.

Ahh, oblivious little Preston.

Rob walked up to him, and asked him to sit at a table. Everyone gathered around them, and Rob's palms began to sweat.

"Preston?" Rob spoke up after they finished their meal.

"Hmm," Preston hummed, automatically gasping when Rob was in front of him down on one knee.

"Will you marry me?" Rob smiled and looked into his eyes.

"Yes!" Preston cried, tears streaming down his face. Rob gathered him into his embrace, and kissed him, it was bittersweet; they didn't want their family and friends to watch them have a heated make out session.

"I love you Rob a dob flob," he whispered to Rob.

"I love you too, my cactus," Rob chuckled.