A box, inside a box, inside another box. You're starting to wonder if Caroline really got you anything at all, but she insists, and with that glint in her eyes, how could you refuse?

It's your birthday after all, and she said she wanted to spoil you a bit since nobody else remembered.

It isn't until you reach the last box, a small cube, wrapped neatly with velvet and light green ribbon, that you start to put the pieces together.

Caroline got you a ring.

"So?" Asks Caroline, rocking on her feet.

She bites her lip, it's a nervous tic, but she's trying to play it cool, and she keeps her hands clasped behind her back as she observes your reaction.

"What do you think?"