We first met while clocking in to start the work weekend. After a few hours of Will following me around to make sure I was "doing my job right", I think he finally realized I was competent. We started working together and made the department run as smoothly as you could in an emergency setting. We were partners in crime. After a while of Will asking if I wanted to go to breakfast with him or do something, I finally caved. There was a little group of us that hung out one Sunday after work and Will and I had gotten coffee, just the two of us, before we went home. It was the start of us hanging out and the start of our relationship.

After watching the sunset on the beach in Clearwater, FL and waiting for our dinner table to be ready, we were sitting on a dune relaxing and talking like any other day. When we finally got the text saying that our table was ready, it was just us. Will had told me to lead the way to the restaurant and I thought nothing of it. He called me by my nickname and I proceeded walking, only thinking he was making fun of us stumbling around in the dark trying to follow the trail. He then called my name, which he never uses, and I turned around confused. That's when I saw that he was down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"