Well, that hadn't taken long. He'd personally been hoping that she would look at the other boxes first, if only to quell some of his nervousness while he gathered his thoughts a little. Now that things were actually happening, he was certain something was going to go wrong and he'd somehow ruin the moment irreversibly -- it wasn't as if he ever really knew what to say around Veronica, after all. It was one of the reasons he'd taken so long, asking her on that first date -- he hadn't wanted to ruin what they had.
He could start there, he supposed.
"Veronica," he placed his hands over hers, well aware that she was holding the little black box in her cupped palms, "you know I'm not very good at this kind of thing. You know that neither of us wanted to ruin what we had as friends by letting things get ... romantic," he squeezed her hands in his, glancing down at the way her delicate fingers all but hid beneath his large (and admittedly hairy) ones, "but I've never had any doubt that you are the best thing to happen to me. It was great when we were just friends, but now that we've been together ... I know that I can't be apart from you."
He swallowed, turning her hands over so he could take the box from her. He picked the ring up carefully, lifting his eyes to meet hers.
"Veronica, I'd like you to be my wife -- if you'll have me."
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