With This Ring
I heard them hissing. Cruel words. False accusations. Even from a distance. I knew he was about to erupt. I suspected soon she was going to be in tears. Smooth curly hair. Impeccable makeup. Nice pretty dress. She indeed was very lovely. I could see the ring on her slender finger. Untrained dog. Crazy Grandma. Long and unsteady working hours. Pain in the ass future in-laws. What was the problem this time? Hot Italian man. Sweet Irish girl. Trouble in Paradise. Would there still be a wedding? Everyone looked away and tried their best to eavesdrop. The man behind the counter looked intrigued. I felt an urge to assure him that I was definitely not gloating. I just wanted to pay for my pizzas and get the Hell out of here.
He turned to stare at me just as I was about to push the door open. Ah, unlucky me. A gust of wind rushed onto my face. I could hear her raise her voice. Geez, Joe. What will your mother say? What will your friends think? Just apologize like a man and get it over with. I got in my car. I started the engine. I drove away. I didn't look back.
My Porsche purred all the way back to the 7-floored building.