There is a certain comfort that years bring. Knowing someone a long time causes walls to disappear, hesitations to melt. That was what it was like for them. They’d known each other since middle school. They had even dated before, twice. She knew every face, every gesture, interpreting them and responding without dedicating thought to it. So why then, was she nervous tonight? Fidgeting in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She found herself studying him closely, looking for clues. The experience of those years meant she knew he had a ring, and she was pretty sure he was going to pop the question this evening. It’s why she had taken extra time to get ready for their date, bought a new dress, done her hair. As they left the restaurant she fidgeted in her car seat, this time because she was doubting herself. Dinner was over, and no question had been asked. They stood at his front door and she sighed. Another day apparently. She could wait. The door swung open and then she saw the glow. Hundreds of candles lit the way, nestled into rose petals. The path led all the way to the back of the house, to a proposal. She smiled. She did know him.