Andrew was doing his best to enjoy himself. He felt like a stiff doll, knowing that they were following a playbook, knowing when Maxwell was going to propose, but also knew that he had put a lot of thought into this as well.
There was a reason that this was a classic proposal.
Each course was a delicious masterpiece that Andrew could have only imagined in his dreams, and Maxwell? Well, he didn't dislike the food, but Andrew could tell he was more pleased with how happy Andrew was. His blue gaze was liquid warmth, watching Andrew intently as he ate each bite.
The photographer didn't stop taking photos, at one point in between courses asking if they could lock fingers and raise them up, showing off the background behind them. Maxwell's smile was proud, happy as he did so, while Andrew? He was nervous he was going to mess up the shot.
