Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine.
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Aaron walked into the Library nervously, though he tried his best not to show it.
The smiling lady at the front desk directed him to the Antiques sections when he asked about Iranda. He should have figured that she'd be there though. Iranda seemed the most comfortable when she working among the ancient books and documents and as such was usually the main person in that section.
Only he couldn't find her in the Antiques section. Aaron sighed and let his shoulder slump forward. Well, this was just perfect. Spying her desk, he made to go over to it only for someone to suddenly ask, "Aaron?"
Turning around, he saw Iranda in the doorway to the separate room, wearing a large apron while carrying an equally large tome in her gloved hands. She must have been documenting or repairing some part of it.
Swallowing a sudden lump in his throat, Aaron smiled at her, "Iranda! I thought I'd missed you."
She sighed and shook her head, "No, I was just getting some work done. Is there anything you need?"
He shook his head as well, "No, not in particular. I...I just wanted to give you something."
Iranda blinked at him, "Oh? What would that be?"
Cursing the fact that he still got tongue-tied around her despite the fact they'd already been dating for a few months now, Aaron offered her a small wrapped box, "Here. Happy birthday to you, Iranda."
A look of surprise came onto her face, along with a blush, "Aaron! Thank you, I, oh! I'm sorry, just a second!"
She vanished back into the separate room, reappearing just a minute later sans tome, gloves and apron. She accepted the box from him and opened it, her slim fingers neatly undoing the ribbon and peeling the wrapping paper back.
Her own blue eyes lit up in surprise at what she saw inside. Staring at him in shock and surprise, she exclaimed, "Aaron, they're beautiful! But..."
He smiled at her, one hand waving away any questions she'd been about to ask, "It's alright Iranda. I'm glad you like them."
With trembling hands, she offered the box back to him with one hand, "I'm sorry, but could you?"
As her other hand was already pulling her hair aside, he understood the insinuated question. Accepting back the box, he reached in and gently pulled out the necklace. The matching earrings still inside the box could wait until later. Carefully undoing the clasp, he put it around Iranda's neck for her, closing the clasp with only a little bit of difficulty, "There, how is it?"
Her hands let go of her hair to delicately touch the diamond drop of the necklace, "Aaron, it's beautiful. Thank you, thank you so much."
She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, which he returned, "I'm happy that you like them Iranda. I found the stone they came from myself."
It was the truth and a funny story that he'd tell her later but for right now, he was basking in the moment.