A Simple Question

"You'll love it, I promise you," he whispered softly to her.

She stared at the ground, sighing softly. She kicked a small pebble, a decision forming in her mind after mere minutes of thinking it over.

"All right. I'll follow you."

"Let's go," he urged her gently, grabbing her hand, leading her away from the empty road and his parked car.

She followed him without resisting. Her decision was already made.

She would follow him. Now and forever.

"Where are we going?" she yelled.

He turned to look back, mouthing something she couldn't hear. The sound of a jet engine from the plane overhead muffled his reply.

"Don't worry," he called over his shoulder, "Trust me."

They were running now. Their paces quickened as the blasts of jet engines rumbled overhead.

"Just a little further!"

He gripped her hand tightly and led her to the edge of the tarmac.

"Where are we-"

She was cut short.

"This was what I wanted to show you," he said breathlessly. "You like it?"

She stared in awe at the bright red flares that were arranged on the tarmac. They spelled out a short and simple question. Precise and to the point.

Marry me?