Dad said, “Hop on out, sugar. I need to talk to the driver for a minute.”

As I stepped out of the car, Parker stepped out of a cab right beside me. He grinned at me, and I swear my heart stopped beating. The abs under that shirt were the only other thing that could do that to me. “Hey, babe,” he said casually, taking my hand. He motioned with his head for me to climb back in the cab with him. The back seat was lined in twinkle lights, the part where there was usually a partition had been removed, and a little shelf had been added and was lined with flowers. That was when I noticed there was no driver. And it smelled remarkably un-cab-like, thank goodness. “Is this the cab?” I whispered.

Parker nodded. “This is the cab that changed my life. It’s the cab where I picked up a phone and decided to track down a stranger.”

“I love you, Parker,” I said, overwhelmed.

“Do you know what I love most about you?” he asked me.

“Enlighten me.”

“What I love most about you is that you have the most polished, perfect exterior I have ever seen, but, babe, you’re kind of a mess.”

I laughed. It wasn’t the most romantic start to a proposal I had ever heard, but okay.

“You do things like leave your phone in cabs and forget one shoe in a hotel in Paris and lose your car in parking garages.”

I nodded. “I do. I do lose my car in parking garages.”

He smiled. “And that’s good, because if you were as completely perfect as you seem, you wouldn’t need me. There wouldn’t be any room for me in your life. You aren’t perfect, and neither am I. But when we are together, we are just right. We fit, babe. We fill up those empty parts of each other and make each other better.”

I wiped a tear from my eye and whispered, “We really do.”

He reached into his coat pocket and attempted to kneel in the back of that cab, which made us both crack up.

“Greer, I can’t live without you. And I never want to. Will you marry me?”

I laughed and was crying in earnest now. I nodded. It was truly the easiest decision of my life. “Yes, Parker. Of course. Let’s get married!”

He slid a ring on my finger, and we hugged awkwardly—we were in the back of a cab, after all—and kissed and then he said, “Let’s get out of this gross thing.”

I ran my finger across the black faux-leather seat, which was duct-taped in various places, and said, “What? I was hoping we could keep it.”

He nodded. “Oh, we can. I had to buy it, so if you need a side hustle…”

We both laughed, and he helped me out of the cab. My dad and Parker’s parents were waiting to cover us with hugs and kisses when we got into the restaurant. His mom was crying and saying, “I finally have a daughter.”