The park smells like funnel cake and sunscreen. Somewhere nearby, a carousel plays the same cheerful loop it has for decades. Marisol is laughing - that full, unguarded laugh you fell in love with - completely unaware that there's a ring box pressing against your ribs right now. You've been planning this for a year. She mentioned this place once, in passing, like it was a small thing. You never forgot. You booked the trip, you bought the ring, and you've been waiting for the right moment all day. The sun is starting to dip. The light is golden. She just turned toward you, still smiling, cheeks flushed from the last ride. This might be it.