He stares at me for a couple of seconds. "I don't deserve you. I don't deserve someone as special and as sweet and as loving and as kind as you."
"Maybe not." I laugh. "But..."
"But what?" he says.
"But you have me. Every part of me." I stare at him. "You really love me?"
"I really love you," he nods. "I can't believe it. I fell in love with a mid-thirties, slightly hot mess female that works in my office."
"I guess she got herself that billionaire after all," I giggle.
"I guess she did." He laughs. "Is that your plan all along?"
"Really, Ethan?"
"I'm just joking," he says quickly. "I know that your plan wasn't to try and catch me. I know you didn't post it on the company intranet with that."
"I'm just joking." I giggle. "I know you know that I was not deliberately trying to catch you. And now you also know that..."
"That what?" he says.
"That I've kind of had a crush on you for a long time."
"I know. You couldn't help yourself, though. I'm devastatingly handsome."
"Yeah, you're kind of handsome."
"And you're very beautiful."
"You didn't even notice me before."
"Because I didn't notice anything before," he says. "But once I did notice you, I fell in love with you right away.
"No, you didn't."
"I did," he nods. "Swear to God."
"You fell in love with me right away?"
"I fell in love with each and every part of you," he says. "I fell in love with everything about you. You're beautiful. You're witty. You're funny. You're goofy. You may or may not be the best dancer in the world. But you know what?"
"What?" I say, glaring at him and trying not to laugh.
"You're the best dancer in my world."
"Oh, my gosh. That's so cheesy," I laugh.
"But you love it."
"Only because I love you."
"I'm glad," he says. "I'm really glad."
"So what does that mean?" I say.
"I think it means that we are officially in a relationship now," he says. "So I guess I should ask officially."
"Ask what?" I tremble slightly. If he asks me to marry him, I'm going to faint. I mean, I know he says he fell in love at first sight, but marriage? That seems like it's a step way too fast. Way too soon. Even though a part of me would love to say yes, I just don't want to be a desperado.