Numair sat on his chair in front of his desk, his hands absently toying with the ring on the desk. He sighed sadly and put it into his desk draw.
"Numair," he heard the love of his life, the subject of his thoughts call, "Are you alright?"
He looked up and said, "Of course my love." He walked over to her and they went to bed.
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Daine watched Numair sleeping sadly. She didn't know what this sad feeling was. Suddenly it dawned on her and her unhappiness disappeared as she climbed out of bed and began making breakfast.
Numair was working at his desk when he called out to Daine, "Daine! What day is it?"
She called back with a slight smile, "Someday!"
At first Numair was confused than realisation hit him. He took out the ring and said to Daine, "Seeing as it's someday, have I been good?"
Daine took the ring and slipped it on her finger. She reached up and pressed her lips against his. As they broke apart she whispered, "No, you've been very, very bad."
Numair grinned and said, "Good," and he pulled her to himself.
