Miniature Disasters

Importance

"Thank you for picking me up," she said, probably for the hundredth time that night.

He picked up one of her bags. "You don't have to keep on thanking me."

"But I do. I know you don't have to do it for me-"

"Hey," he smiled at her. "You would've done it for me too."

"I didn't interrupt anything important, did I?"

He thought about the ring resting in his left pocket, the countless rose petals in a trash bin somewhere, and a proposal that wasn't meant to happen that night.

He shook his head.

"Nope. Nothing important at all."