There was an "apple fest" or some crap going on.
Kids were everywhere.
And worse, their parents.
I was on their turf.
It sucked.
I locked my bike to a neglected dog and ducked into a jeweler.
They had rings.
The engagement kind.
Oh oh.
I was making a concerted effort toward becoming an adult man.
The jeweler was cool and understood that I knew nothing about rubies or diamonds or adulthood.
She showed me different kinds of diamond cuts.
Round, Princess, Marquise, Pear, Asscher, Cushion, Emerald, Oval.
I liked them.
They all looked very diamondy.
I decided on a band.
A thin "o" bejazzled with goofy sparkles.
It seemed like Lauren.
Vvrip!
Just like that.
I made an appointment for next week to view some diamonds.
"Are you nervous?"
About going back out into that child infested suburb in the city?
Yes.
In case Lauren beat me home, I created an alibi.
Breakfast brats and a couple of plastic 40's of Russian beer.
And that was the rest of my day.
Not exactly racing toward adulthood, but a bit closer than I was when I woke up.
Verdict: Win
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