You and Georgia, your girlfriend of almost 2 years, decided to go out to dinner to celebrate her getting drafted to the Washington Mystics. You wore your favorite outfit and reserved a table at your guys’ favorite restaurant wanting to make the night perfect for her. Still you couldn’t get rid of the air of sadness that hovered over you both. You had both avoided talking about the future and the fact that Georgia would be moving to Washington in only a couple of days. The knowledge that everything was about to change sat in the back of both of your minds. You spend the whole dinner making light conversation until eventually you’re both finished with your meals. The waiter takes your dirty plates and your dessert orders before rushing off. While you’re distracted Georgia slips a small black box wrapped in a bow infront of you. You look at her confused before opening it reveal a small house key.