Proposal

"I can't believe he recruited four girls for his team," Tyson said, sucking on his straw as he sipped his smoothie.

Nancy sat opposite him, idly stirring her drink with her straw and hardly paying attention to his words. The two were at a small table next to the bustling street, where cars honked and pedestrians walked by, caught up in their ordinary discussions.

"So what if he's popular with the girls—" Tyson began again, but his words faded when his phone vibrated. He looked at the screen, and a small smile appeared on his lips.

Nancy's eyes darted over to him. "Who is it?"

"Oh, nobody," Tyson replied casually.

"Show me," she said, extending her palm up, silently demanding his phone.