Evan
I look at the ring in my hands. A thin band made out of slightly matted silver, with a small, light purple stone in the middle.
''What was the stone called again?'' I ask the jeweller standing in front of me.
''An amethyst, sonny'' He grins. By the constant smile on his face he's had since I've walked in here, I've already deducted that helping people pick out wedding and engagement rings is his favourite part of the job.
''So, do you know how you're gonna ask her?'' He continues.
''Uhh, yeah, I was thinking I'd do it in the... uhmm... theatre where we first met.'' I lie. ''It's this really old, art-deco kinda thing, and she loves the place.'' I add on, to make it sound slightly more romantic.
''Sounds great'' The man smiles ''Good luck, chap.''
After paying, I walk out of the store with the ring in a small dark blue box, tucked away safe in my backpack, which somehow now feels like a thousand pounds. I feel extremely bad for making Dodie do this. But it's fine, right? I mean, she totally agreed to it, it's completely consensual. But then again, if it wasn't for me, she wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. Unfortunately, she's my best chance at staying in this country. My only option is to make her as comfortable as possible.
And I fully intend to do so.
***
Beep
Beep
Beep
''Yes hello, The Shard Tower and Observation Deck Informational Services, how can I help?'' A slightly grumpy female voice asks.
''Ummm... Yeah, I was wondering-'' I stop myself because my voice sounds so American, which sometimes happens when I'm nervous.
''I wanted to know,'' I proceed in my most non-American accent. ''Usually, what are the times when the observation deck is the least busy?''
The woman says nothing for a moment, most likely surprised and slightly annoyed by my odd question.
''Listen, sir, we don't go around sharing information like that, we don't do arrangements or anything, so unless you have any other questions-''
''No, wait'' I say. ''I want to propose to my... girlfriend,'' Wow, that's weird. ''she's, like, a bit shy, so I don't want to do it around lots of people and stuff...''
She sighs, not so much annoyed this time, but more like she's cross with herself for giving in.
''Well, Monday nights around six are usually pretty quiet, so that would be good.''
I smile, eventough she can't see it. ''Thank you so much, Miss.''
''That's okay, love,'' She says, now definitely sounding more cheerful than at the beginning of the conversation. ''And good luck.''
''Thank you.'' I hang up.
This isn't real, I keep telling myself.
This marriage is just a facade, purely for the sake of evading some messsed up law.
It's not a real proposal.
It's not a real marriage.
So then why do I feel so nervous?
A/N: The picture is the place where Evan plans to propose to Dodie. It's a skyscraper called ''The Shard'', in Southwark, London. It's 310 meters high which makes it the tallest building of Western Europe. It's located near the Tower Bridge.
Also, I'm sorry this was kinda short, I just wanted to make Evan's preparation their own little thing, I didn't want to smush them in with the actual proposal. I hope you liked it, and please be sure to leave a comment if you did, I absolutely love seeing those notifications appear in my feed, it always makes my day!
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MarriageForVisaLand
Fanfiction//dovan// When Evan gets fired from his job, the government threatens to kick him out of the country. When he runs out of options, he sees there is only one thing left to do. He needs to marry his flatmate Dodie.
