The vacant eyes, a sullen countenance,
a minimalist solicitation,
forces an embarrassment.
Her face is impassive. I sit quietly.
She hurries to the pantry.
Sticks around for a while.
Places the refreshments and drink
before me. The gestures are
one of indifference.
I gift her a diamond ring. Turning back
I meet her gaze which I return,
The refreshments lie untouched.
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