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“Ooh!” Jen suddenly cries out. “There it is… Hey! Her name is up in lights!” she squeals, covering her mouth with her hands.
I move my head down to see for myself. And sure enough, there’s my Abby.
Her name anyway.
Along with a ‘closed for two weeks’ banner across the signage, even though we can still see a few people lining up for tickets.
“I guess maybe Abby didn’t give us the full story after all,” I remark, finding it unusual that they’d hold up the whole show on her account.
“Something else must’ve happened,” Jen suggests. But her attention is snapped up again by something else.
Whether it’s a street van selling food or just the regular city stuff, Jen’s captivated by all of it.
I just hope my little performance is going to have the same reaction.
The limo circles a few blocks, and then, right on schedule, we pull into Times Square.
The car stops in a reserved space. Our driver holds the door open, and I ask Jen if she’d like to take a walk.
Sensing something out of the ordinary but trusting me like nobody else, Jen agrees.
Taking her hand in mine, I wonder if it’s me that’s trembling, but it’s her.
“You okay?” I ask, helping her out of the limo. Our driver giving me a knowing nod and a smile.
“I’ll wait here, Sir,” he says in a deep voice, making me feel like I’m the richest guy in the world.
About to be anyway….
The light traffic seems to disappear, and I swear it’s not my doing when even the usual throngs of tourists and locals all seem to evaporate.
Making it feel and look like we’re almost the only ones here.
We don’t have to walk far, though, and with the instructions etched in my mind, I make sure we’re on the exact spot before I stop.
Taking both of Jen’s hands in mine.
“Kane?” her voice trembles, and I can already see her eyes misting up.
I guess I’m not as good at surprises as I thought.
But I pretend like I don’t know what she means.
Just standing, holding her hands for a moment before I look past her at one of the giant advertising screens, which has suddenly gone blank.
My cue.
With her hands in mine, I move us both so she’s facing the same direction as the billboard, which I see light up as I get on one knee.
The tiny blue velvet box feels tiny in my huge hand.
Jen covers her mouth again, gasping before she looks from me to the billboard and back to me again.
“I had a whole speech in my mind about how I only ever wanted the family I never had. But I can’t remember a damned word of it, Jen,” I stammer.
My voice is thick with emotion as a single tear rolls down her cheek. Her body shaking from head to toe.
“I just know I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you?” I ask her, popping the lid of the box.
