It wasn't flashy.
No restaurant. No crowd.
Just Hana Café—closed for the night.
Haruto stood awkwardly near the counter.
"Miyu," he said, voice shaking, "this place gave me you. So… I wanted to ask here."
He knelt.Simple ring. Silver. Modest.
"Will you marry me?"
She covered her mouth, tears falling freely.
"Yes," she said. "Of course yes."
The café felt fuller than ever.