The crowded, silent, theater was dark except for the light from the screen. They sat, side by side, holding hands. One was totally into the movie, and the other was totally into the young woman whose hand he was holding.
Suddenly and without warning, he slipped a small, square box into the palm of her right hand.
Her head whipped around to regard the young man’s profile where a sly smile played around his mouth.
She was thinking “I hope it’s an antique diamond engagement ring.”
He was thinking “I hope she says yes!”
Antique Diamond Engagement RingIn unison, they rose, stumbling over seats as they made their way out, he leading her, holding her hand and grinning like the cat who got the cream.
On the busy, noisy street she kissed him and then pulled away. She opened the small box. “Oh! So beautiful! How did you know I wanted a vintage diamond engagement ring?”
“Your roommate told me.” He kissed her back. “Well,” he said, “will you marry me?”
She was being stupid. “This is an engagement ring?” she asked. “This is an antique diamond engagement ring?” she repeated, not taking her eyes away from the gift.
It was hard to get her attention. She was hypnotized by the ring. He waited.