The plan was perfect.

The trap was set. A beautiful mountain hike. A picnic by a shallow cliff over the ocean, where they’d shared their first kiss. A bottle of his favourite wine. The ring.

And it was a Leap Year: lady’s choice. She could propose and he’d have to say yes, because they truly loved each other.

They stood by the cliff edge. She got down on one knee.

It was a Leap Year.

So he leapt.

She walked down and caught him on the shore, and they laughed and kissed and he was safe…for four more years…