"I thought so too, but I wouldn't have wanted to dash your hopes too high if I'd decided not to shave." With Conrad's face, since the ordeal with his young self, he decided a little scruff was a good look. But for Natalie, he had cleaned up real nice.
"If you must," he cloaked his hand over her eyes with a light brush to lower her gaze so he could retrieve her present. It was simple, but he knew she would appreciate it. Not nearly as fancy as the ring he'd once bought her, but---"It's from World War II, I couldn't find one from earlier," he'd been looking forever, but finally found a sweetheart locket.