Maxwell had made a perfect plan. In classic Maxwell fashion, they were going through every step that would result in the perfect engagement photos.
That wasn't to say that it wasn't Maxwell coded. Oh no. It was because this was a plan put into place by Maxwell that it was perfect for engagement photos.
They took a winter walk by the shore, twinkling lights that normally weren't perfect, sparkling in the night sky. It was so Maxwell that he'd gotten the stretch of lights repaired just for his engagement. He was sure the city hadn't complained, and Andrew was smiling to himself as the photographer kept taking candid photos of them.
No ring box was brought out, or even mentioned. Maxwell just chatted with him, excitement clear in his actions, his words, his eyes, but he wasn't rushing this. The longer this took, the more Andrew's nerves had to relax.
