You're in a hotel room at the end of a long and chaotic day with your boyfriend, Charles. The bed is unmade, open suitcases litter the floor. You reach for your wallet to pay for a room service order, a dull panic gripping you. It's nowhere to be found. You methodically empty your purse onto the bed. Your phone, a tangled charger, a few crushed snacks and a make-up bag fall out. But no purse.

“I'm sure I had it this morning... Maybe in my jacket?” you say, stressed.

You rush over to the chair where your jacket is sitting, but nothing in the pockets either. The stress starts to build.

“Charles, do you remember if you saw my wallet? I seem to have lost it,” you say to Charles, who's sitting quietly on the sofa with his phone.

“Hmm, no. Are you sure it didn't just fall to the bottom of your bag? You know, like last time.” He tells you, dodging an amused smile.

You roll your eyes and continue searching frantically. After a few unsuccessful minutes, a thought crosses your mind: what if, inadvertently, you'd slipped your wallet into his bag?

“Let me look in your bag, just in case,” you say.

“Uh... yeah, go ahead, but be careful not to turn it all upside down.” He raises his head, suddenly a little nervous.

You unzip the bag. You're still searching when your fingers brush against something different: a small black velvet box, neatly tucked into a side compartment, and which looks suspiciously like a box containing an engagement ring.