For Adam Tzur, the trunk-popping promposal wasn’t about celebrity. It was about expectations. He has been dating Natalie for a long time, and he could have just asked her to the prom over the phone. But he knew Natalie better than that.
“It would have been more disappointing, but it wouldn’t have been a deal-breaker,” Natalie said. “I still would have gone.”
She was sitting in her AP government class — “one of my hardest classes” — near the end of the day at Krop, reviewing for a test when she noticed the school police officer standing at the door.
The cop walked in, pulled aside the teacher to consult, then asked for Natalie to come into the hallway.
“And all of a sudden there’s people looking at me and saying ‘what, what is she doing? Why is she being escorted out?’ And he’s telling me that my car got hit. So I’m like ‘oh, no.’ ”
During the walk to the car, she checked her phone and saw a text from some boy with a number she didn’t recognize.
“So I see it. He’s like, ‘Hi, Natalie, I had to go pick up my parents from the airport, I was rushing, and I hit your car. I’m so sorry.’ ”
Natalie was getting agitated now. Her blue Jetta had been in pristine condition. She wondered how much damage was done, how much it was going to cost to fix, and if this guy was going to pay for it.
As they approached the VW, the officer pointed to where the damage supposedly was, and that’s when she saw it: There was a new license plate on her car. It said: “Prom?”
At that moment, the trunk of another car popped open.
Out came Adam, wearing a tux and clutching flowers.
“To be a little funny I played Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye,” said Adam. “It was nice and surprising.”
At least he thought so.
Fortunately, Natalie thought so, too.
Natalie and Adam will be heading off to the prom Saturday night.