The gentle lapping of high tide against the boardwalk pylons was almost hypnotizing as Oliver sauntered along the waterfront, Amahle’s hand warm against his.
I couldn’t have planned it better myself. It’s almost perfect.
The couple said nothing as they walked, lost in the peaceful evening as the sun began to set over the water. It was unusually quiet for a Sunday evening on Cape Town’s busy waterfront, but that only added to the young man’s conviction that the stars must be aligned perfectly. Even the restaurant patio above them was more subdued than usual, adding to the illusion that he and Amahle were alone.
As the sun began to touch the surface of the Atlantic far to the west, Oliver stepped slightly ahead of the young woman and turned to face her. Reaching out to gently take her other hand, he returned her contented smile, marvelling at how the orange light of the sunset danced in her hazel-green eyes. Her smile turned to puzzlement as he sank to one knee, still firmly but gently gripping her slim fingers.
“Amah, I know it hasn’t been very long since your world turned upside down, and I know the change has been hard. But none of that has changed the way that I feel about you, and it never will.”
The young woman’s eyes began to tear up, causing the sunset to sparkle even more in their depths. A single drop slid down her cheek to disappear behind the small tusk protruding through her lips. Oliver released her hand as she reached up to wipe at the wetness, dropping into his pocket for the small box hidden there. He ignored the slight commotion on the restaurant patio above them as he brought the velvet container into view, allowing her to pull back her other hand to cup them over her mouth in shocked delight. The clatter of a small round metal object on the boardwalk went unnoticed as he opened the box to show her the simple but beautiful ring.
“Amahle, would you do me the honor of marr…”