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Wendy accelerated, steering her Yukon away from Zanesville, toward Xavier. She just yearned to be there. Times were good with Xave - like last summer's vacation out west to Yellowstone and Yosemite, where they carried on like a couple of yodeling yuppies. And yet there was a nagging feeling of...concern. A feeling that yanked her back toward caution. Sure there was that yen, but don't yield too easily...

Xavier was ready. Lights dimmed, soft music (Yanni) playing, steak and yams nearly done. Then, the knock at the door. He cracked the door, then pushed it open, pulling Wendy into his arms. She let out a little yelp (a happy one, he thought).

Later, after dinner, out in the yard by the yucca plants, the time felt right. He went into his well-practiced kneel, brandishing of the ring, popping of the question.

He waited to hear this: "Yes"
What he heard was this: "......Oh, Xavier, not Yet."

The rest of the evening was a bit more restrained, but...cordial. Wendy made an awkward exit, but not before planting a youthful five-star kiss on his lips.

The next morning, yawning himself awake, Xavier reviewed yesterday's events. It was not the best, not the worst. She didn't say yes. Still, she didn't say no. Just being contrary; they always joked, she was the yin to his yang. Yeah, it would be alright. Yet, the early hour's breeze made it feel to Xavier like a frigid morning in the Yukon.