[Hearing that he's going to marry the hell out of her, she laughs and her face lights up with the brightest smile she's ever given anyone. This right here, this moment, will love on in her memory as the most romantic and wonderful minute of her life. He wants to marry her. And he doesn't care where they go. She doesn't either, really.]

We can decide where tonight. [She's still smiling as she presses both hands to his cheeks, rising up on her tiptoes to solidly kiss him, a silent promise that she will marry the hell out of him and it will be perfect.]

All I care about is that we do it as soon as we can. Tomorrow, maybe?

[The sooner, the better, as far as she's concerned.

With a laugh, her hands slip down from his cheeks to press against his chest, and her head tips back so she can look up at the rain that's still pouring down over them. It washes over them both, the perfect moment made even better by the fact they're on the same page. This is a fresh start for the both of them. The second chance they deserve.]

And maybe I also care about getting in out of the rain. I'm starting to get cold.