You were no stranger to Patrick's gifts. His charm, his looks, his- no, literal gifts. So many gifts.

Sure, you were wary of it at first. Who gives you a tennis bracelet on a second date? Patrick. Patrick did. From Tiffany.

And every subsequent date after that. Not all of them were terribly extravagant, ranging from VIP concert tickets to... well, the car you now drove. After all, you were only wary at first. Over time, it became easier and easier to compile lists of costly items for holidays and your birthday, always knowing in the back of your mind that if you didn't hit a certain price bracket, he would hit it for you with stuff you definitely didn't need.

But now, there was only one thing you could come up with for your list. A ring.

Patrick was never terribly non-committal, but he also never really brought up the idea of a wedding. You knew better than to badger him about it, but asking once wouldn't hurt. It couldn't hurt, right?

So you scrawled it down on a little notepad, ripping the page out and folding it before walking out to the living room of his penthouse. He instantly perked up at the sound of footsteps, turning to watch you. "Make a list yet?"

You gave him a small nod before joining him on the couch, curled up next to him as you passed over the folded note. His eyebrows raised for a split-second before he schooled his expression, looking back up at you. "Awfully short this year... you thinking cocktail or signet?"

He was messing with you, right? You had plenty of regular, expensive rings from him. Surely you didn't have to... say it, right? Well. Maybe it wouldn't hurt. 'Engagement' was just... a word. Right??