Jonathan's POV.
I sat at the kitchen table with the food all ready and me with my growing impatience, I was tapping my finger on the wooden table, unknowingly.
After a few more minutes Evan came out. He was dressed, a little more formal than usual.
'He's a little fancy for Jack in the Box. Fuck it, atleast he tried'
I slowly started feeling bad because I was so under dressed, but slowly discarded that feeling knowing I was with my fiancé.
"Sorry for the wait"
"It's fine"
I smiled after, letting him know I didn't mind too much.
He sat down and started eating. Small talk here and there. But than the famous question came up.
"Sooo, when do you want to get married...?"
I was about to shallow the last of my Bacon Western Chesseburger when he said that and I thought the world stopped. After was seemed like forever of blank starring and him looking back at me with eyes of a man with hope.
I shallowed the rest of my food, cleared my throat and said calming.
"To be completely honest as soon as possible. But at the same time I wanna take it slow."
"I see"
He said in a calming tone.
'What is he up to?' I questioned my brain. He looked up at me and smiled with two French fries under his lip, making himself look like a walrus. He clapped his hands and made a really bad yet hilarious walrus noise and we both cracked up. I leaned over the table and kissed his nose.
"I love you, my little walrus "
"I love you too, human"
And we both giggled getting up to start cleaning up our mess.