With heavy footsteps and a bitter heart, Ghost-no, Simon this time, enters the mall on a path already taken few days ago, but not so light-hearted, no, not this time. He was in love, or so he thought, his relationship, it was complicated, but he was devoted to her, faithful, something she didn't share. Being cheated on, he couldn't have imagined, being cuckolded by the woman who he wanted to propose just before Christmas, love's all bullshit anyway. The ring in his pocket, the velvet box looking as if it weighed lead. He sighs as he enters the glittering boutique, jewels, fine gold and precious stones.

The store is full of customers, and he sees you, the same salesperson who had advised , taking a long time to make sure he choose the perfect rings weeks earlier. You run between the packages to be made and the customers to be advised, the last rush of December 24th.

"I'll be right with you, sir" you say with a smile, as you hurry to help an elderly gentleman choose a necklace while making sure children stop touching the glass cases. Simon waits patiently, his dark eyes riveted on you, as you advise, cash in, and laugh with your customers, the way your eyes sparkle, or perhaps the devotion you give to your task, softens his gaze ....

Finally, when the last customer comes out, he approaches you, he can see your smile widen as you recognize him, he can see you're holding back from asking questions after all, he'd gone confidently for a proposal. He takes the box out of his pocket and places it in your hand, surprising you. "We're not together anymore, don’t need the ring anymore " he says