Tim sat their patiently waiting the night away. He paced around the apartment waiting for the reply to come. He stared at his love peacefully sleeping on the bed and then began to berate himself in his head.
“What do you think you’re doing Tim? How can you be so nozy”
“Yeah, Tim. How can you not trust her. You disgust me.”

The voices finally convinced him to put down the phone and go back to bed, but then there was a noise.

Beep.

Tim looked back suddenly, there was a new message.

Slowly, with shaking hands he started to open the phone.
“No need to worry.” He thought, “It’s not going to be anything bad.”

But, when he looked at the screen, he sighed with relief as he read:

What do you mean, “what”? We’ve been talking about this forever! Did you tell him that you want to marry him?