Well, this was awkward. You liked Davina. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. But you didn't like her that much quite yet. Maybe you could, one day in the future, but not so soon!

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Sitting between you, in a champagne flute, was a beautiful engagement ring. Big ol' diamond, lovely engraved band, VERY nice.

But you hadn't bought it, much less asked for it to be brought out to you in a champagne flute, of all things. For Pete's sake, this was only your second date with the woman!

You eyed the radioactive glass as though the ring would jump up and bite you, watching it travel from a tray to your server's hand and down right in front of Davina, who was also staring at it like it would make her grow a second head.

Before you had a chance to explain that no, you weren't that much of a lunatic to think she'd want to marry you, she'd began to push her glass away with an awkward smile.

"Look," she started to say, obviously thinking she needed to get away from you, "you're very nice, but I don't think I'm quite... there yet. I'm sorry, but I'll have to refuse."

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ACK, NO! MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY! DEPLOY EXPLANATION, QUICK!