He smiled. "I'm glad you're having fun!" He carefully slipped the box out of his pocket. "I--well, I got you something. Since, you know, it's your birthday party and everything." He handed her the box before biting his lower lip. If she didn't like it--would she say something? Or would she just feign happiness and make him feel better about the pick or--he let out a slow, soft sigh to calm himself down. He'd had help selecting the jewelry, he didn't need to worry about this. It was the thought that counted.
So, continuing that mantra in his head, he watched her carefully biting his lower lip.
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