By Lauren Rossato
The night was perfect. He had the ring in his wallet and he kept checking to make sure it hadn’t fallen out. They went down to that nice seafood place and ate fish they’d never heard of. They drank expensive wine. After, they walked by the canal. He kept one hand on his wallet.
Leaning against him, she giggled. “You know,” she said, “I could have sworn you were going to ask me to marry you tonight.”
He looked deep in her brown eyes, felt the breeze from the canal over his cheeks, and took his hand off his wallet.
Bio: Lauren lives in Maryland with a cat and an absurd amount of yarn. The two mingle less often than you’d think.