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Shawn didn't say anything for a minute. He didn't even blink. Then his other hand came from under the table and put a black ring box on the table next to their joined hands. Beyonce looked at the box like it was on fire. Her eyes bulged and she stared fixedly. "How happy are you, Bey?" he asked quietly.

Beyonce finally looked away from the small velvet box to his face and back at the box again. She looked like a cornered animal. Her hand left his and she sat back in her seat, still peering at the box. It couldn't have been what she thought it was. This whole situation wasn't going down like she thought it was. This just wasn't happening. She drew her eyebrows together and breathed a ragged breath.

"Shawn," she huffed. "What is that?"

Shawn looked at the box and back at her. He slipped to his knee in front of her and Beyonce put a hand over her mouth in shock. It was what she thought it was. And it was completely unexpected. "Shawn," she said frantically but in a composed manner. She watched him pick up the box from the table. "Shawn what are you doing?" Even as she asked she flicked her eyes around the room to see if anyone was watching him. They were. People smiled and stepped back to give them room. The waiter that had been attending to their table had even stopped her pacing and backed away. She felt her pulse quicken. "Shawn, people are looking."

"Beyonce," he said. "Are you happy with me?"

"What?" She asked, looking around again.

Shawn didn't seem to care that they were attracting an audience. He hadn't even look away from her. "Are you happy with me?" he said, clearly.

"Yes," she hissed. "Shawn get up. What are you doing?" she asked in a hushed tone as she smiled briefly at onlookers. She didn't want this. She didn't want him to do what he was doing. She felt her face flushing of color underneath her makeup. Oh God no.

"Do you know that I love you?"

"Yes, Shawn yes I know that now get up."

"Then," he said opening the little black velvet box in his hands and revealing a gorgeous diamond ring that doubt cost more than her car. Her breath caught in her throat and she put a hand back over her mouth in shock. She knew he was going to propose. Hell the whole room knew when he got down on one damn knee. She just... didn't want to believe it. She didn't want him to actually go through with it. She had been hoping, every since he presented himself on bended knee, that he'd dropped his fork or he had miraculously changed his mind. But her luck wasn't that good. "Marry me."

"Shawn," she breathed. "What are you doing?" she said almost angrily and she stared at his face.

"I'm making you a promise," he said quietly. "I'm promising you that I will do everything I can to keep you as happy as you are now..."

Beyonce opened her mouth but closed it, not knowing what would come out if she attempted to trust her mouth. She couldn't believe him. She couldn't believe how angry she was. She didn't want to marry him. She didn't even want to date him. They had a perfectly good thing going and he had to go and mess it up with his stupid, childish emotions. And in front of all these people like he was trying to corner her into marrying him. Beyonce closed her eyes and wiped her mind clean of that last thought. She could see the sincerely behind his proposal. She could see it in his eyes. But she didn't want to. She didn't want to see anything in his eyes. Ever, ever again.

Beyonce glanced around, a hand still over her mouth. She thought about his career and the things he loved the most in life: fame... football. She couldn't take that from him. He would be nothing without it. All the people that cared about him and all the things he did would be a waste. He would be ordinary. She couldn't make him ordinary. She didn't have the heart... that didn't mean she wasn't upset.