Five years after our first date at the Fall Formal, Zoe's medical school was underway and we had moved to Spokane together. Because of COVID, the usual white coat ceremony was much smaller, I didn't get to attend, and Zoe only got one blurry picture in her white coat. Zoe mentioned offhandedly that it would have been nice to have any usable pictures in her white coat, and my proposal scheming began. I suggested a professional photoshoot in her white coat, which would transition into my proposal. Unfortunately for me, Zoe was on-the-fence about it, especially as she realized I was very serious about organizing it. Normally I would have agreed it didn't make sense to organize an entire photoshoot for this because we had actually already taken really good pictures in her white coat since then, but with the machinations of my proposal already in motion, I managed to convince her that it would be worthwhile because I had tacked on a 30 minute couple's photoshoot. The day of, the white coat photoshoot is going great, until the photographer shadily approaches me and whispers loudly, "So did you bring the stuff?" Zoe looks over and asks, "What stuff?" Panicking, I say, "Oh just some props for the couples photoshoot." "What props?" "Oh, just chalkboards." "We don't have chalkboards. You bought chalkboards?" "Yeah I went to Michael's today." "You went to Michael's for this couple's photoshoot?" "Gotta have props!" Without giving Zoe too much time to think about it, I suggest that we should just start the couple's photoshoot now, and explain that we're each to write something we love about each other on the board, then we'll reveal it and capture our reactions to start the photoshoot. I, of course, write on my board "Will you marry me?" and in my nervousness, ruin the original plan and present my board first. I get down on one knee, and ask if she would marry me. The rest is history.