Floroigraphy

“He’s going to ask me,” she said cradling the phone.
“To what?”
“To marry him!”
“Why think that?”
“He was very secretive at first, but we’re eating at Antonio’s tonight.”
“Tonight.”
“Yes, it’s a very nice restaurant.”
“Okay.”
“It is! Well, maybe not the absolute, finest, fanciest place. But for him it’s really nice.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he has something to tell me. He’s been quiet for about a week. Thinking. I’m sure what I’ve been telling him about his life and our life, finally got through y’know.”
“Alright, you know him better than anyone.”
“Of course I do.”