Seventeen Years Versus a Single Meeting

Summary

Emrhys spent our seventeenth year together celebrating my birthday in a crowded, noisy sports bar, watching a soccer match.

Before kickoff, he slid a diamond engagement ring across the sticky table.

"If Team A wins, we get married."

I froze, staring at him in disbelief.

The referee’s whistle blew.

Without waiting for my answer, and without looking at my face again, he turned his head back to the screens.

By halftime, Team A was in the lead. Sasha, the waitress serving our section, sashayed over to our table.