who. James and Lily. Soon to be The Potters. what. A proposal when. After James' last post where. England
The dinner had gone along smoothly. James had the feeling that Lily knew what was going on. He wasn't sure if one of the mates had spilled or if she'd just come to her own conclusions. Either way, he'd spent most of the evening with his hands casually gliding to his pocket. He brushed his fingers over the velvet box constantly, if just to remind himself that it was still there and he had something to do tonight. But he hadn't yet popped the question.
The restaurant had been nice, but not too nice. James was well dressed, but not in a suit. His hair was disheveled, as always. And his eyes were a bit brighter than normal. The waiter came by and James asked for the check.
"So, Evans, want to go for a walk after this?" James asked, one of his elbows on the table.