“I’m not proposing,” Jude says loudly before he rubs his palm over his face. “See, I told you I’m terrible at it.” “Can I open it?” I ask. “Might as well,” Jude mutters. I flick the lid of the box open. Inside, there’s a ring. I glance up at Jude. “Are you a hundred percent sure you’re not proposing?” He winces and nods. “Then you have to explain the ring with a few more words.”
