There was only one valuable thing on the shelf, and it was making him sweat. He prayed no one else would pick it up, he prayed she would notice it.
“Well let’s go down to the beach then,” she said to him.
“Wait, look at this…rock. With the face,” he said.
She smiled at him in placation. “Yeah, It’s…a face.”
Possibly out of boredom, since they had stood at the old case for an awkwardly long time, her hand moved to the silver box. His heart skipped a beat when she picked it up and he felt faint when she opened it. But when she gasped and asked if it was for her, he relaxed. And as she took the ring out of the box, he dropped down on one knee.