Standing in the middle of a crowded bar, Carol felt liquid drops falling on her head. She looked up at the interior balcony above, expecting to get angry at the patron spilling their drink on her hair. Then, Dustin swoops in and whispers, "It's just condensation from the air-conditioning duct." A smile, a Miller Lite and a dance later...
It was a rough year on society as a whole. And already for 5 months, Carol's fellowship had kept them apart. All the focus became on what matters most: love and family. So with champagne in hand, his family witnessing, and the camera rolling, Dustin got down on one knee.