It's only eleven AM and I can hardly wait, but instead of dwelling on it I devote the day to getting to know Rita and setting up our apartment. The apartment has a living area, two tiny bedrooms, and one bathroom. Rita is already there and has claimed the second of the two, the one with a small window. I don't complain, but instead settle myself in the other bedroom, moving my clothes and the make-up Christina made me buy. I stick my toothbrush, toothpaste, and hairbrush in the bathroom. Then I go to speak to Rita.
"Hey, Rita."
"Hey, Tris. Congrats on first."
"Thanks. So, I guess we should get to know each other?"
"Yeah. So hi, I'm Rita. I'm sixteen years old," she says exaggeratedly. "I'm from Dauntless, Dauntless test result, chose Dauntless. I have a mother, a father, and a younger sister Maya. I had a twin." Her voice breaks. "Serafina. She chose Dauntless but fell. . .fell off the roof."
"I'm sorry, Rita," I say gently.
"It's okay. Over and done with. So, anyway, how 'bout you?"
"I'm Tris. Sixteen. From Abnegation, test result-" I say. I can't say I'm Divergent. "Abnegation." Half-true, anyway. "And chose Dauntless, obviously. I have a mother and father in Abnegation, and an older brother who chose Erudite."
"Why'd you leave Abnegation?" she asks.
"Well, um," I stumble. "It was boring, covering my arms is really hot in the summer, and the food was gross." To be honest, I don't really know. To be free, I guess. But what I said was funnier.
She snickers. "What'd you have to eat?"
"Well, no cake, for starters. Or butter, or spices, or soda. My last night at Abnegation for dinner I had dry chicken breast, peas, and a slice of brown bread."
"Ew! No wonder you left!" I laugh at her expression.
Soon enough, it's time to go meet Tobias at the Ferris wheel. I excuse myself and run through the compound, jumping on the last car of the train. As I ride, a thousand scenarios run through my mind. Did he discover something? Does he secretly hunt Divergents and want to kill me? Is he breaking up with me? Is he-I leap off the train. Time to go find out.
He leads the way this time, up to the little platform we stood on to win capture-the-flag. I sit, legs swinging over the edge. He doesn't speak for a few long minutes. The view is perfect-I could sit up here forever. Then he finally says:
"Tris, will you marry me?"