"I do"

I put my hand on the bar of the trolley, gazed up at Mike and smiled inwardly. This was perfect. Mike glanced down at me and caught my eye and smiled; and I knew he was thinking what I was.
"I like this" I said "I feel like a proper couple"

He stopped and looked at me face on, and then it happened:

"Oh God! We're in a Garden Centre on a Saturday, we might as well be walking down the aisle!!!"
"We're buying fucking compost, don't exaggerate!"