(46) Place

Proposing someone to be your wife must be nervous. Arguing to yourself to where and when you'd be doing it is probably stressful.

You'd probably want to do it in a place where it's so romantic. To a time where it could be marked as memorable. That it must be perfect.

But staring at Charlie; who is still in the driver's seat and me riding in shotgun, inside the car and in the middle of nowhere... well, damn.

"Excuse me?" I asked slowly, "A-are you serious?"

He pouted with a frown, "I was supposed to be doing this next week, but mom decided to blurt it."

Then he suddenly walked outside the car, making me raise an eyebrow and watch as he walks towards my side and opens the door, "So I decided to do it right now."

He offered his hand and I gladly took it with a smile. "What are you talking about?"

"I really am sorry for not doing this the right way, but I believe that this is the perfect way on doing this." He pulled me towards him and he covered my eyes with his hands.

"Hold up," I frown