The 100th Proposal
he questioned.
I shook my head before replying, "The snow was too heavy. I couldn't make it back."
There was some truth to it, but it was mostly just an excuse. I had no intentions of going back. After all, I was determined to leave for good.
Julian didn't seem to have noticed my odd behavior. After a brief moment of silence, he spoke up again, "The proposal… I'll accept it."
Then, he handed me an invitation. "Let's go together tonight," he offered. They were front-row tickets to my favorite classical orchestra. That was his way of making amends to me.