Delilah’s eyes finally drifted from Jake’s back when he stopped running, and instead looked off at apparently what he’d planned for tonight.

On the low grass in front of them, red rose petals created a path that was guided by candles; white candles that the rain had violated. Rows of string lights ran across the open space, creating sufficient light for anyone to clearly see the small table up ahead.

It was where the petals and the candles led to; a table clothed by white ...