He could do this. He had practiced in the mirror so many times he had lost count.
Hershel paced back and forth in his flat, reciting the words over and over in his head. He still stumbled a little, but that was okay. As long as he got the words out it didn't matter. What if she didn't say yes…NO, of course she would. He opened and closed the little, black, rounded box in his coat pocket.
Clack.
"Claire, we have been,"
Clack.
"seeing each other for quite,"
Clack.
"some time, and-"
The phone rang.
…
CLACK.