Be mine / Marry me

Two lines, and a “No” button that refuses to be pressed.

Scroll a road that draws itself past every date that mattered — the ask waits at the end.

Opens in the dark. Strike a match, then choose the courses by candlelight.

A silver foil panel they rub away to uncover what you already booked.

The camera flies across a city and drops a pin on the place. The invite’s under it.