xlviii. Diamond
She places a forkful of lo mein into her mouth. "Well, you know that the diamond is a symbol for everything that is good in pretty much every civilization," she mumbles around her food.
He quirks up an eyebrow, smirking, his legs propped up against a chair. "Really?"
"Comfy?" He nods, and she rolls her eyes. "Yeah, Sam. Really."
"So why does this explain your dislike for the stone?"
She shrugged. "It's overpublicized. I'd like something less popular. I've always been for the underdog." He laughs, and she steals his food.
Eighteen months later, he proposes with a sapphire ring.