_Sunday_
"You still haven't told me why we're.." Henry began; Abe practically shoving him towards a glass display case near the back of the shop they'd stepped into. "Hello, how can I help you?" A young woman(her name tag reading Ana) smiled. "You can start by asking this gentleman why in god's name he's dragged me here to look at rings.." Henry mumbled; Abe wrapping a reassuring arm around him. "I think we need a bit of time to look first. Thank you," he replied; Ana nodding her head and approaching another customer. "How about that one?" Abe asked. "It's a very nice one but you still haven't explained.." Henry sighed. "Because you owe it to her, and to yourself to at least have one picked out," Abe replied. "I told you.. She's going to think I've gone mad," Henry said. "It's obvious you're heading down this path.. Just look for me.. Please? Make a physically old man happy.. -I've got to go pick up my dry cleaning. It's a few stores down. I'll be right back," Abe spoke; clapping him on the shoulder before making his exit.
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Sighing heavily; Henry casually placed his hands on the glass in front of him, and leaned into his arms; a silver-banded, traditionally-styled ring immediately catching his eye.
-It wouldn't hurt to just take a peek at it- he thought; biting down on his bottom lip, and weighing his options. "Hi, can I help you?" An older, more petit woman spoke; stepping behind the display case and offering him a gentle smile. He took note of her spicy Spanish features-softened slightly by the lines that come with age and (as he would soon learn) wisdom. "I'm.. Not sure.. To be completely honest," he chuckled nervously. Leaning on his elbow; he placed his head in one of his hands, and briefly massaged his temples. "Ah. She's special one.. Isn't she?" She smiled. "Yes. She is," he replied; cracking a small grin. "I'm just.. Worried.. That I'm rushing into things.. My so.. Room mate.. Brought me here to look at rings without previously telling me where we were to be going, and.." He rambled. "Do you love this girl?.. Does she make the heart of yours beat like a hammer?" She asked; her English momentarily leaving her. "Yes," he replied. "Then what's the worry for? Life is short," She said. "And you're a handsome man. Thoughtful. She probably crazy for you too. The worse can say is no, yes?" She added; reaching out, and affectionately patting Henry's hand. "Thank you. What is your name? You seem fairly familiar," he smiled. "Lisa, and you?" she answered; extending her arm once more to shake his hand. "Henry. Henry Morgan.. And I'd like to see that ring please," he responded; pointing out the one with the band of sterling silver that's caught his eye earlier. "Ah. There you go," she grinned; sliding the case open, and pulling out a small black box of rings for him to see. "So what is girl's name?" She wondered; trying to make small talk as he inspected the jewelry. "Lo siento. La línea fue muy largó. No podía creer que.." (I'm sorry. The line was very big. I couldn't believe that..) Jo began; approaching her sister and mother with a bag of gyros. "Henry? What are you doing here?" She smiled. "Jo," he mumbled to the older woman; feeling as if he was about to faint as he stepped in front of the rings; hiding them from her view as her mother put them away. "Actually. I've been looking for a new chain for my watch," he explained; taking it out and showing her how the metal had started to corrode. "You're all related?" He gulped; suddenly feeling Lisa Martinez's eyes burning a hole in his (now turned) back. "Yep," she answered; setting the greasy bag in her possession on top of the case in front of them. "Gracias. ¿Tu girabas el letrero, mija?" (Thank you. You turned the sign, daughter?) Lisa questioned. "Sí, sí, claro," Jo waved off; closing in the space between her and Henry. "¿Este es el doctor famoso tu me decías te gusta?" (This is the famous doctor you told me you like?) Lisa smiled; ignoring her daughter's attempts to shoo her away, and walking around the glass. -Please tell me he doesn't speak..-Jo thought. "Mm. El doctor famoso. Cómo amable?" (Mm. The famous doctor? How kind?) Henry teased; Jo's cheeks turning pink as her mother arched her brows in amusement. "Estáis juntos?" (Are y'all together?) Lisa asked; happy to already know the answer. "Sí," Jo blushed; Henry placing his large, warm hands on her hips. "Ooo. Jo tiene un novio," (Ooo. Jo has a boyfriend) her sister teased; her mouth full of gyro. "Y eso es por que tu no tienes un novio," (and that is why you don't have a boyfriend) her mother chuckled; stepping to the two lovers' sides. "Tu y Jo vendrías por la cena en la noche. Me gustaría hablar más," (you and Jo should come for dinner tonight. I would like to talk more) Lisa suggested; Jo's eyes pleading with him. "Yo amaría venir," (I would love to come) he decided.
