Dylan had been staring at it for about thirty minutes without moving an inch.

"Mr. Dark, you seem to like this one?" asked the familiar old man, and he snapped back.

"What exactly did you say? Sorry for not paying attention."

"I can tell you. Who is the lucky lady?"

"She's a woman I love. Is this the only ring you have?"

"It's a one-of-a-kind piece made of five different gemstones and one pricey metal."

"It's obvious."

"Would you like me to wrap it ...