You sat in the passenger seat, watching the familiar streets blur by as Scaramouche drove, a song playing softly in the background. He hadn’t said much about where you were going, only that he needed your help with something. As you arrived downtown, Scaramouche parked in front of a jewelry store. Without a word, he led the way inside, and headed straight for the case of sparkling engagement rings.

"What do you think?"

Scaramouche asked, his voice breaking you out of your daze. You eyed him, as if questioning why you were here, and he eyed you back, before turning to face the rings. The shine of the expensive jewelry reflected against his indigo eyes, having you stare at him.

"I want to propose to her,"

He said, his voice soft but full of certainty. The three of you had been friends for a long time until Scaramouche and your best friend began dating a few years ago, which didn't impact your friendship in any way but it did stir something inside you, given you'd liked him since a long time. But now you were here, helping him, because you cared for him—enough to put his feelings before your own.