Havoc and Rebecca
Okay, let's see... Nice restaurant, good wine, didn't forget the ring—did I? No, I didn't. Okay, here goes! "Uh, Rebecca?" he began hesitantly. Oh, really smooth! he chided himself.
"What is it, Jean?" She was half-smiling... He wasn't sure whether to be half-hopeful or half-worried. Was it even possible to understand women?
"Well, we've been together for a while now, and I feel like things have been... Like you, I mean I, uh..." He couldn't help closing his eyes as he blurted out, "Rebecca, will you marry me?"
After several moments of silence, he forced himself to open his eyes and look at her. She was still wearing that little half-smile. "Oh, Jean..." If he hadn't known she was looking at him, he would have guessed from her expression that she was looking at a puppy that she had found on her doorstep in the rain. "I'm sorry."
He winced. "That means no." It was not a question, but he still needed an answer.
"Yes, it does. I like you, Jean, but..." She blushed a bit. "Getting married is my... life's goal, I guess. So if it's not perfect..."
It's not? he protested silently.
"But I know you'll find her. Someday."
Someday! Some help that is! He resisted the urge to smash his wineglass, draining it instead.
As Rebecca stood and left, he decided that it was time for something stronger.
Much stronger.
A/N: Don't worry-he really will find her! Someday. In a couple of chapters.