She took his hand as they continued to walk. "I know that you know that I was joking," she said. "But I do really love you."
"Whose idea was that again?" she asked, her smile crinkling the corner of her eyes. "Definitely mine, right?"
"You say that like I was unhappy to have you propose," she said, glancing up at him. "Those are moments that you were telling me that you love me enough to want to spend the rest of your life with me. I don't regret it."
He stopped to kiss her, his hand brushing back her hair. I don't think you were unhappy. I would tell you I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you a million times if I had to."
"Good thing you don't have to," she said, her hands cupping his neck. "I'm quite happy to be marrying you, you know."
She kissed his cheek, her hand small but warm in his. "It will," she agreed. She paused before changing the subject. "How far away is this bookstore?"
He opened the door for her, the bell ringing lightly. The area wasn't quite open, but it was still nice and homely.