She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled.
“I have got it. Today is the day,” she told her girlfriend.
“Wow! I am excited. I hope everything goes well.”
She finally left for her date. He was waiting for her at their meeting point with a bouquet.
“Thank you,” she gave him a customary hug.
“Well, you are late again,” he said apprehensively, “Actually I needed to talk to you about something. Shall we go to the restaurant first?”
He drove them to the new Italian place, where they had already made a reservation. After settling down on the table and placing their orders, she asked, “What do you want to talk about? Actually, I wanted to say something as well.”
He thought for a while and then replied, “Please go ahead.”
She nodded and brought that little box out of her pants pocket and handed it to him. He looked at her strangely, “What is there in it?”
“You can look for yourself. But wait; please do tell what you were going to inform me.” There was a certain edge to her voice, which he did not like.
“You know I would like to make things better between us,” he mumbled.
She did not say anything in return. Finally, he opened up the box. There was a ring in it.
“I don’t understand,” he remarked with a frown on his forehead.
“Goodbye!” she replied and stood up to leave.
She was already going towards the exit.
He rubbed his eyes and again looked into the small red box. It contained the ring he had given to her on their first marriage anniversary.
*For Writing Prompt: A Little Box.