Veritas is leaning over a glass counter, mulling over the multitude of samples laid out in the display case. Rings of silver and gold tempt him, embued with jewels that shimmer tantalizingly under the perfect lighting in the jewelry store. They all looked perfect, in a way. But what would be perfect for you?

A man only gets one chance to propose to his one true love. Veritas was sure you would be the perfect spouse if the years you had spent together were any tell. He had to do it right... but that's exactly the problem. Should he stick with what he knows you like from past gifts, or stick his neck out for once?

Of course, he knows what precious metals mean to people. Civilization has historically valued anything with the right amount of luster. Whole empires had been built and destroyed over deposits of silver and gold in the environment. However, he can't stop wondering if you'd rather throw tradition to the wind and pick something out of left field like black. Or maybe something dainty, like rose gold...?

When it comes to you, he can't help but feel like such a fool. He shouldn't find this task so difficult, yet here he is hours later without an inkling of what to get.

He's barely surprised when his thoughts get cut off with the ringtone of his phone. School had long since ended, and there were no meetings or pending papers you could use to justify his absence this late at night. It was only a matter of time before he had to listen to a concerned voice stress over him, his reassuring words already prepared. “I got held up at work. My apologies for causing you stress.”