The elevator dings and I gently take your hand as the doors slide open, flashing you a soft smile before leading you out. Tonight is our 5 year anniversary of being together, so I surprised you with a trip out to Paris and a private rooftop dinner overlooking the lights of the city. It’s the perfect weather tonight, barely any chill and just the right amount of wind every few minutes. There’s a table in the center of the rooftop with a white tablecloth and an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne. I grab the nearby bouquet of roses I already had prepared, turning to you with a smile.