Hoboken's romantic geography is borrowed, and everyone here knows it. The reason couples walk the waterfront at dusk is that the view from this side is of Manhattan, lit up and two thousand feet away across the water, which is a thing Manhattan itself cannot offer. Pier A Park, the lawn at the foot of First Street, is the postcard; Pier C Park just north of it has the curving deck and the rails people lean on; Sinatra Drive runs the length of the walkway; Maxwell Place Park closes the uptown end; and the Castle Point lookout on the Stevens Institute bluff sits highest of all, which is why a certain number of proposals happen up there rather than at the rail. Two practical facts follow from that, and they change what you should order. First, the wind. The Hudson funnels between the Palisades and the towers, and the pier lawns are completely exposed — in February a loose, airy hand-tied design loses half its silhouette in ten minutes on Pier A. Ask for something tightly built with a firm wrap. Second, a bouquet at a proposal has to be carried, not displayed: no vase, no water reservoir sloshing in a bag, nothing that needs a table. If you are collecting it yourself, say so at checkout so the shop wraps it for a hand rather than for a hallway table. The rest of Hoboken romance is smaller and more ordinary and happens indoors. The city is largely young, largely renting, and famously dense — roughly sixty thousand people inside a square mile, a single ZIP code at 07030 — so the Friday-evening bouquet, the reconciliation bouquet and the four-months-in bouquet are the real volume here, and they land either at a brownstone stoop on Willow Avenue, Garden Street or Park Avenue, or at a front desk in one of the waterfront elevator buildings — Maxwell Place at the uptown end of the walkway, the Hudson Tea Building on Hudson Street, the Shipyard blocks. Whichever it is, tell us which: a stoop with unnamed bells needs the floor and the apartment letter; a staffed lobby needs nothing but the resident's name, though the desk will text them, which is fine for romance and fatal for a surprise.