The ride back home was quiet, Dylan pretended to be busy with work, placing unnecessary calls, Nichole but her lips hard, just when she wanted to say a word, Dylan held her hands tenderly.
"When will you be free to pick up a ring? I want it sculpted specially to your taste and satisfaction" He said and she smiled, forgetting everything that happened at the airport.
"Can I have the best jeweller in the world make my ring? I've always wanted a ring made by her" she said calmly.
"Alright. Anything you want " Dylan responded.
"I'll have Jake contact her". He added tenderly. He held her face and kissed her cheeks. She blushed crimson. The car suddenly stopped and Dylan cupped her face with his hands.
"Don't wait up for me, I'm working late tonight" He said releasing her face as he stepped
