who. Frank and Alice what. Getting engaged. Finally! when. Friday evening where. Some fancy dive in London why. We've been planning this for MONTHS
It was pretty damn convenient that Alice had asked him out to dinner somewhere nice. In the back of his head, Frank wondered if Neville had somehow let it slip that Frank had been shopping around for an engagement ring. Maybe this was Alice's way of pushing him to pop the damn question already. He wouldn't put such a move past her. As Frank straightened his collar, he looked himself over in a mirror. There was a nervous grin on his face. Now was one of those moments that he'd kill for a cigarette. Not that there was much doubt that Alice would say yes. They were practically married already, very much in love and happy together. Still, he was a jumble of nerves.
He was all in order and it was getting late. After a moment in which he checked his pockets - he'd been carrying the ring around with him for days now, trying to figure out when best to get down on a knee and ask - he cleared his throat, paused for a moment to collect himself and went hunting for Alice.