It was a Thursday before a holiday weekend. It was hot out. They both almost canceled what was sure to be yet another lackluster internet date. He picked a ramen spot whose menu he could handle. She found ladylike ways to slurp. When he asked if she wanted frozen yogurt, she knew his resting bitch face was a red herring.

He traveled to Uruguay with business school classmates, and she met him a week later for an Argentinian adventure. The ring hadn't arrived in time, so he drop-shipped it to a classmate's husband for transoceanic smuggling. After a street-side handoff, he kept the ring in his fifth pocket and a bottle of champagne in his backpack for four days until the right moment. The photo up top was his first failed attempt which lacked that special something: snacks. The moment below? Just right.