The man walks back into the house and beckons me after. He goes to the case, his movements slow but precise.
He holds the box out to me. “These ones?”
“Yes.” I nod a bit too frantically.
“You look like you need a gift to go along with a confession.” He chuckles a little.
“Kind of, but I’m always looking for something to give her.” I admit, a bit sheepishly. Lana always says I’m transparent.
“Was it your fault?” He asks. He walks behind a counter and brings out a binder.
“I was at a party with a few friends from work and this girl kissed me.” I’m using him as practice. “It didn’t mean anything.”
“Did you kiss this girl back?” The man skims his finger along the page.
“Of course not, I love Lana.” He couldn’t understand.
“Then why are you so concerned?” The man asks. “Is she the jealous type?”
“Not at all.” I look at the simple necklaces beside him. She’ll love them… I hope I can afford them. “She’s the most amazing, caring, loving and thoughtful person I’ve ever met.”