Bruce twirled the ring, toying with the idea. He was clueless when it came to women, so much so that he had no idea how it was appropriate to propose. "You and this girl... Nefret? How did you stop loving her? Did you just wake up one day and... that was it?"
Sliding the ring onto his pinky, Bruce sighed, "She's so young though. Darcy... she's nothing like me, really. That's a good thing."