Mary Albright smiled instinctively as her boyfriend, Dexter Payne, sat across from her at their table.
"Hi, Dex!" she answered happily. Maybe tonight will finally be the night... Maybe tonight he'll finally propose! "How was your day?"
"Oh, it was fine," he replied, but didn't offer much else than that. He asked her about the kindergarteners she taught, and Mary laughed as she recounted a particularly amusing event that day. But she noticed how he kept slipping his hand into his pocket, and seemed fairly jittery about something.
"Dex?" Mary asked in a concerned tone. "Are you all right?" Is he nervous about proposing to me? Does he think I'll say no? Is he even proposing tonight? Why wouldn't he? I love him so much...
"Nothing," Dexter replied, a calm, resigned smile on his face. "What did you say Charlie did to the Legos?"
He's obviously not ready. I'll give him time--show him how much I do care. He'll pop the question when he's sure. But I won't push him.
I love him too much.