Page 112 of Hypothetical Heart
“Logan!” Genevieve smacks me in the back of the head.
“I already told you, it’snotan engagement ring!”
“This feels close enough,” she says with a firm voice. “It’s a diamond jeweler, Logan.”
“So?” I don’t care to argue with her, walking through the revolving door into the shop.
“Logan–”
I spin to face her. “Are you telling me Jameson hasn’t bought you jewelry, Gen?” She stays silent. “That’s what I thought.”
I’m buying my girlfriend something whether Genevieve thinks I should or not.
“Hey, they don’t only have diamonds,” Luke says, standing over a case of a variety of colored stones.
Genevieve peers over my shoulder through the glass. “Those are pretty.” She points, sounding more coy than she had a few minutes ago.
“Gen, I’m not mad.” I place my hand on her shoulder. “I do want your help. That’s why I brought you here.”
“Sorry,” she sighs. “I shouldn’t have said anything to begin with. It was rude of me.”
I nod. I don’t need to make herfeel worse about it in order for her apology to feel sincere. I accept it as it is because she’s my friend, and I love her.
“What do you think about that one?” I ask, pointing toward a gold band with a blue stone in the center.
Luke steps back, letting Genevieve up against the glass.
She shrugs. “It’s okay, but she wouldn’t like how thick the band is.”
I trust Genevieve’s opinion, and I know she’s right. From all the jewelry I’ve seen Winnie wear, it’s very minimal, matching her delicate persona.
“I think she’d like pink more,” Luke adds, and I nod my head in agreement.
We continue to circle around the cases full of jewelry, all of us stopping every time we see a ring with any type of pink stone. It takes us a couple laps around the store before an attendant finally approaches us.
“Looking for anything specific?” I can already tell by the way she asks that she doesn’t believe any of us are going to buy anything.
“Yes, actually,” I say, shocking her. “I’m looking for a ring for my girlfriend. Something with a thin gold band, preferably a pink stone.”
“And the stone should be circular,” Genevieve interjects.
“Any budget?” She questions expectantly, fixing her name tag pin that readsAMY.
I reach into my coat pocket, pulling my wallet from the inside and handing her my card. “No.”
Genevieve and Luke sit quietly, but they’re both grinning in a way that says,suck on that, lady.
She touches her fingers to her lips, thinking. “I might have just the ring.”
“Great.” We follow her through the store, and she heads behind one of the glass counters, unlocking a case out of view.
Another worker comes up to us, offering flutes ofsparkling water, and I have a good feeling she was only told to do this once they got my credit card.
“We keep these ones out of view because they’re limited editions, but since price isn’t an issue…” Amy sets a smaller case of rings on the counter. “They’re all pink diamonds and around two carats.”
“What do you think?” I ask Genevieve.
“Oh, is this ring for you?” Amy asks as we both shake our heads
