Nathan was with Miss Adelaide… again.

He'd been seeing her every day for the past week. He showed up to all her performances at the Hot-Box. He even took her out to eat.

Tonight they were in the park. The streetlights banished the oppressiveness of the darkness. Walking along in silence neither felt the need to say anything.

"Why don't we sit?" Nathan asked, indicating a bench.


They sat, enjoying the evening and the time they spent together. Adelaide rested her head on Nathan's shoulder. He took her hand in his.

"Adelaide," he said.

"Yes Nathan." She sat up a little bit.

"There's something that I've been meaning to ask you."

"What?" The word came out of her mouth a little hesitantly. She was suddenly afraid.

"I'm not entirely sure how to put this…"

"Just spit it out," Adelaide almost commanded him.

"I'm trying."


"Now where was I? Oh, yes. I enjoy your company immensely, and I hope you enjoy mine."

"Of course I do, Nathan."

Nathan was getting a little bit frustrated. He had wanted to do this in a much more smooth manner. "I'm glad to hear that. But my question was…"

Nathan got off the bench and kneeled facing Adelaide. "Will you marry me?"

She was speechless. For once in her life, Adelaide couldn't speak a single word. All she could do was nod her head, yes.

Nathan scooped her up in his arms. She kissed him and he kissed her back.

"So now we're engaged," he said.