(based on this post!)
“What I’m trying to say is… Ollie.” Connor takes a breath. It’s shaky. He must have really practiced that. “Will you marry me?”
Oliver forces his smile wider. “Of course, I will, Connor!”
The other ice cream shop patrons burst into applause. Behind the ice cream counter, their waiter starts to scoop up two fresh cones.
Oliver thanks everyone at the tables around them before turning to face Connor’s chair again. But Connor isn’t in the chair. He’s still on his knee beside their table. Still holding up that fake ring.
Oliver leans down and kisses him on the cheek. “That was a good one, baby,” he says, voice low. “Did you see that speech on tv or something?”
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