"Fine," Gabriel panted at the hideous expense he knew would come with such a drink. "We'll take a bottle of that."
"A fine choice, sir," the waiter said and poured them a class each. When he left, Gabriel leaned towards Grace who was wearing a slightly amused smile.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
"Well, I though that since we almost never go out, you have something to tell me?"
Gabriel found his mouth agape. Indeed she was beautiful. She was wearing the same deep green dress as she had that night in the operahouse. And with a necklace of true pearls, and silver hearts in her ears, she was adoring.
"Please close your mouth, Gabe, your brain is hanging out," she said sweetly.
He closed it with a snap as she took a sip of the champagne.
"Well?" she taunted him.
He began stammering.
"Ah. Um, Gracie? I was wondering..." he floundered with something in his pocket. "Will you marry me?"
She gave him her most flashing smile.
"I'll have to think about it," she said.
Then she rose, got her handbag and left the restaurant. Gabriel sat staring after her.