Anderson sat in the hospital hallway, wearing half a tuxedo, holding a ring box, and staring at nothing. His best friend, Ted, patted his shoulder. “You need to move on. Statistically, you’ll find love again in… maybe a week.”
The next person he saw was Katie — a cheerful, chaotic bakery cashier wearing a glittery apron and holding a croissant like a scepter.
“That’s not how grief works, Ted.” Anderson sat in the hospital hallway, wearing half
Katie squinted. “You’re serious.”
“Katie, you said yes to a stranger with a ring and a tragedy. Will you say yes to the man who can’t imagine a single boring day without you?” Statistically, you’ll find love again in… maybe a week
Katie froze. Then she burst out laughing. “Is this a prank show? Where’s the camera?”
She smiled. “I said yes to the croissant guy. You think a little sincerity scares me?” Will you say yes to the man who
Anderson blinked. “That’s… oddly specific.”
