Blaze's Point of View

Silver and I walked hand in hand through the streets towards Times Square. We had taken a cab here, because he didn't want to take the subway. When we got to the restaurant, he opened the door for me. "After you, My Lady." I giggled like a teenager at his behavior. He was just too cute. The waitress showed us our table. The beauty of this room stunned me. Almost everything was colored in dark blue and gold. It looked so beautiful. When another waitress came to take our drink orders, Silver ordered some champagne for us. What? We both are 24 already, so we are allowed to drink alcohol. The waitress nodded and attempted to leave. But Silver stood up and held her arm. He whispered something into her ear; I could see her smile and nod. Then she left. "Well, just what was that all about?", I asked, after he sat down again. "…What do you mean?" He tried to look innocent. "What did you just tell the waitress?" "Oh, that's what you mean", he smiled at me and took my hand. "Nothing, I only asked her something." "And what, may I ask?" "No, you may not. Let us just enjoy this beautiful evening, okay?" I sighed. How could I ever resist that smile? "Ok", I said and blushed a little. "Now, how about a look into the menu?" "Sounds good to me!", I said and smiled again. Dammit, I really smile like an idiot today. When the waitress came to take our orders, I had already decided. "Umm, I'd like to have the Chicken Kiev, please." "Of course", the waitress replied with a slight Russian accent as she wrote it down on her note pad. "And what may I bring you, Sir?", she said as she turned to Silver. "I'd like to have the Mediterranean Red Snapper, please." She quickly nodded, and then got back to the kitchen. He took his champagne glass and looked at me. I also took mine and we clinked glasses. "Tonight is all about us", he told me and smiled. Again I felt my cheeks getting a bit redder. When our meals came, Silver asked: "Shall we change after the half?" I nodded. We had done this on every date since 9th grade. After we had both finished, I sank back into my chair and smiled a bit. This evening was simply perfect. A few minutes later, Silver had ordered some new champagne. He looked nervous. I laid my hand on his. "Silver, dear, are you okay? You seem a bit pale." He winced at my sentence and said: "N-no, everything is f-fine." He gulped. I frowned a bit. Strange. But then everything seemed to go in slow motion. I saw Silver kneeling down in front of me, and pulling a small box out of his jacket. I put my hand over my mouth in surprise and let out a small yelp as my eyes started to water with tears of joy. He opened the box and revealed a small ring. It was made from pure silver; and there was a little purple stone in the middle. An amethyst, I was sure of it. And I noticed a few words being engraved inside the ring. And then, Silver said the words every woman would love to hear. He said: "Blaze, will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?" He looked at me with those honey golden eyes and smiled. I opened my mouth to answer.