It had been a simply magical evening; the theater had been followed by a moonlight dinner at the very restaurant where they’d shared their first date. As their plates were cleared away, Tom seized the moment. Dropping to one knee, he presented her the ring with a grand flourish. A startled Sophie could do naught more than cover her mouth and shake her head no in the most emphatic of ways.
He arose and, in the same motion, slipped the offending ring back into the pocket of his coat. Seated again at the table, he broke the awkward silence with a smile and asked her, “So, shall we see what they’re offering on the pastry cart tonight?”