Razer set drinks down in front of everyone before sitting down next to Beth who promptly gave him her shoulder.

“How long you going to stay mad?” He asked picking up his hamburger.

“At least past that date you had tatted on your razor knif.”

“Still can’t understand why you’re so mad. I thought it would make you happy,” Razer said in his own defense.

“Most women get engaged with a romantic dinner and a ring, not pointing to a tattoo then saying “let’s do it”.”

“No sense in putting it off, with a bun in the oven,” Razer shrugged.

Beth choked on her own hamburger.

“I am not pregnant.” She said to Lily who was laughing at the couple’s argument.

“You will be if we miss that date,” Razer threatened. “Take a drink before you choke to death.”

Beth angrily lifted the paper cup to her lips staring in bemusement at the diamond glinting at her from the bottom of the empty cup.

Beth shakily reached inside, pulling out the beautiful ring.

Razer took it from her, sliding it on her finger and giving her a tender kiss.

“Is this romantic enough?” He asked brushing the tear off her cheek with his thumb.

“It’s perfect.”