“Can we please get a lock?” I asked. “We’re not getting a damn love lock.” Listen, y’all. I knew there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of me getting a love lock to put on the Hohenzollern bridge, but it was Germany, both of our birthdays, and nearing sunset. I’d been asking all day, and it seemed like a great opportunity to get a good sigh and an eye roll out of Gnat, and I just can’t help myself. It gives me the giggles to watch the man get all annoyed. “You can have a mint, though.” Gnat handed me a velvet box, and I just looked at it dumbstruck while he laughed. He tossed it into my hands (brave man), and I had the sparkling ring on my finger so fast he was already walking again. “Hey wait!,” I said. “You really gonna make me ask the question?” “Hell, yes, I am.” “Hah! You already said yes!” He said. I just rolled my eyes and said, “Nathaniel!” “You gonna marry me or what?” He asked. “Yes!” Just like that, six years and seven months after our first date, we got engaged.