Those Three Words... (part 1)

Well, the editors have discovered an inconsistency in our timeline and we must backtrack just a little. The following occurred the weekend after our trip to Snowflake herein entitled, "Survival of the Fittest."

Our boy was getting geared up to take things to a new level. The family seemed to like him, and all week he'd been telling our ravishing red-head he loved her and he was dying to hear her say it too... but she just smiled. Being on the Temple grounds with her had felt so incredible that he was sure taking her inside would be all the more wonderful. They planned the trip for Saturday, and he prepared a date for that Friday night. She got off work, and he took her to the store where they could get some picnic food; there was a park he'd been dying to take her to. He'd packed his guitar in the car and she brought a blanket. It was dark, and they sat under the stars while he tried to play some songs he knew. He sang for her... just a little. He couldn't play that well, but he tried because he loved her... but she just smiled. The next morning they went to the Temple, ready to do an Endowment when the gentleman said, "We need couples for Sealings." Our ever-ready redhead was suddenly caught off guard; she didn't know what to do! If she said yes, what would the boy think? She looked at him to see what he would say...