I swallow hard, throat drying with nerves, and I cannot tear my eyes off his. I’m in shock, crazily surprised, and aware of the gathering crowd of nosey romantic New Yorkers pushing in to see what’s happening. Like a deer in headlights, I am rooted to my spot and aware of everyone staring at us. I have always hated being the center of attention, and this right here is overwhelming me.

My boy looks scared, and I feel for him. Arry eyes me warily, he looks nervous as hell, and it ...