"You're giving me jewelry?" I ask.

"Open it."

I do. Inside the Tiffany box is a smaller ring box. I've seen them before, but I've never opened one. I can't imagine why he's giving me this.

"Open it," he urges.

I look up at him. Something inside me tells me not to open it. Opening it probably means, complicated. Handing it back to him is probably the simpler, wiser choice.

I open it. Inside, is a magnificent diamond ring. It's huge. Jennifer Lopez ...