Urban Divinity

57

I'd been looking for the perfect ring for a whole fucking week. At this point the jewelry stores knew my name by heart and I basically worked there from how much I knew about each ring from their shape to size to theme.

Shiidd they should cut me a paycheck from how many guys I helped out when I was looking for a ring. At this point every man in New York will have a ring for their shawty before me. And it's not like I'm not trying either. I damn near touched every ring in New York and not a single ones seems worthy enough to sit on my baby's finger.

Even now as I looked online I didn't see anything special or that was actually real, "Bro what the fuck." I drop my phone on the desk and palm my hands over my face, "These niggas can't be for real, bro." Another fake ring sat on my screen. It was so beautiful but the shit was twelve dollars. They would probably send me a linty ring pop in the mail instead.

I let my hands fall on the desk and take a deep breath, trying let the bullshit fade away so I can focus my kind once again.

I had a whole plan and timeline of how this is supposed to work out and I cannot let it be ruined because of my own hesitation and insecurities.

"What I need is some advice.." I look back down to my phone, "Who knows Jocelyn best besides me? I'm deadass her other half." I couldn't even think about Jocelyn being close to anyone besides me and maybe her old friends.

I quickly open my insta and find Jocelyns messages at the top of my list. She's the only person I actually respond to. My eyes fell on the puppy post she sent me and I hesitated, "Should I get her one?" The idea of tying the ring in the puppies collar sounded cute.

She would be excited for the puppy and then see the ring and almost pass out...

I shake my head and push it aside as I click her account and go through her followers until a familiar name popped up, "x.Tasha.Babe.x ...Corny as hell." I snicker with myself as I hit her up,

"Yo this is Jocelyn's bf.. I need help wit sumn.. Hit me up."

I send her my number under it and watch as it's instantly read. Not even a minute later she hit my phone up,

Tasha: "This is Tasha.. What you need help with? Is Jocelyn good?"

Me: "I want to propose.. and I need help."

Tasha: BOY HUH?! AS IN ON ONE KNEE?! WIT A FFAWKIN RING⁉️"

Me: Yeah.. and? 🤨

Tasha: You ain't even ask for permission but it's whateverrr 👀 How can I help?

I roll my eyes hard but push it aside,

Me: I need help deciding a ring and I don't know how imma ask tbh.. I wanna ask on Christmas or New Years.."

Tasha: Um not Christmas.. Dats ugly.. New Years would be cute tho.. With the fireworks and allat..
Tasha: And what rings you like??

Me: (9 Attachments)

Tasha: Um def  three or seven.. ooh or eight..

Me: I said help me pick ONE nigga... 🙄

My eyes landed back on the pictures of the rings. Seven and three were rose gold with giant diamonds at the top. I was hesitant between both of them. I sigh and open my messages again,

Me: Can you get otp?

Tasha: Give me five minutes.

My eyes flick to the clock, "8:30.. Jocelyn will be home in two hours..." My eyes narrow before I stand up from my chair and make my way to the front door, "Two hours to shop.. no I have to drive so one hour to actually look." I groan loudly and quickly slide on my sneakers before grabbing my coat and my keys.