Chapter 27

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—Asher's POV—

"Asher? Aren't you on your date?"

"Yeah, I'm here..."

"Okay... So why exactly are you calling?"

"I just... I don't know..."

"Are you okay? You sound out of br-"

"I'M FREAKING OUT, EMILY! I'm totally freaking out!"

"Okay, woah! Calm down, Asher! What's going on? Is Oliver okay? Did you propose yet?"

"No, that's the thing. I'm freaking out over the proposal. I have no idea what I'm doing. Am I too young? Will he even say yes? Did I think this through?" I lean against the wall.

"Calm down! Asher, of course you've thought this through."

"I know but-"

"Do you love him?" She cuts me off.

"With all my heart."

"And can you see a future with him?"

"Yes. Yes, I can."

"Then what's the problem? Go out there, get your ass on the chair, eat some fancy food and propose!"

"You're right. You're right. Thanks, really."

"Always here to... Help you propose, I guess." We both laugh.

"You're always here for me, Emily. I just want you to know that I appreciate it a lot. I might not say it often, but I do."

"Of course, I'm here for you. That's what big sisters are for. Now hang up and go propose." We laugh, say goodbye, and hang up. I look at myself in the mirror, straighten my tie and walk back out to the table.

"Sorry, there was a line." I say as I sit down.

"A line for the men's room? Odd." He laughs.

"Yeah." I laugh too. "But I'm back now."

We start talking about our relationship. How it all began, how our first date went, and before I knew it we were given the dessert menu.

"Was everything alright? Were you satisfied with your food?" Anne asks.

"Yes, very. The soup was terrific, very good." I smile.

"Same here, the pasta was just perfect. Your chef knows his food." Oliver laughs and Anne joins him.

"He really does." She smiles "Have you decided on any dessert or would you like some more time?"

"Some more time for me, there's a whole page here." I laugh.

"Yeah, maybe another minute or two would be good." Oliver smiles and Anne nods and heads to the kitchen with our plates.

"So... Dessert." I say and look at the menu. "What are you having?"

"Hmm... Maybe the chocolate cake? It sounds so good."

"Yeah, I'm thinking about the strawberry cheesecake. Haven't had that in ages." I say.

Oliver puts his menu down on the table. "Hey, there's actually something-"

"Have we decided on a dessert?" Anne comes back and cuts him off.

"Ehh, yeah. I'll have the chocolate cake and he'll have the strawberry cheesecake, thank you."

She takes the order and walks away to the kitchen. I look at Oliver, waiting for him to finish what he wanted to say. But he doesn't. "What did you want to say before?" I ask, nervously laughing.

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