Lulu listened, smiling at how big of a sacrifice it must have been for him to not play music for an entire week. Then she had to try very hard not to drop her fork when he said her name only had four letters. That meant more to her than any ring ever would, and she found herself smiling and tearing up again. "You're doggedly convinced on making me cry today, aren't you." She wiped her eyes and took another bite of food.
"You know," she started, "what I'd like? Because I've heard tattoos are addictive, and they sort of are. But this would mean something. The notes to the song you wrote me. I'd like them right here." She tapped her heart, and blushed a little. "That way, no matter what happens, I'll have it with me."