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“So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” Starla smiled, holding a cup of coffee in her hands. Her young daughter was playing with her toys on the floor. By now it had been almost a year since the park returned from space. It was a lovely spring day and they were at Celia’s while Muscle Man was working, having been invited over for the purpose of “discussing something important.”
“Uhh…” Celia brushed some teal hair out of her eyes and then took a sip from her own cup. Just do it. Just tell somebody and get it out there. “I’m planning on proposing to Fives.” The words came out quickly and were slightly louder than she intended. There it is, finally.
The sentence seemed to hang in the air, Starla appearing to be reduced to a stunned silence for a few seconds before letting out an excited squeal. The small child on the floor looked up at her mother, wondering what the excitement was about. “You need to tell me everything!” the shorter woman leaned forward and placed her now empty coffee cup on the table.
Celia looked at her friend awkwardly. A chuckle escaped her lips and a slight redness spread across her cheeks. “What else is there to tell? We’ve been talking about the future a lot, you know, since the whole space thing, and… I don’t know, it just feels like the right time. I bought a ring and I know I’m going to do it on March 20th, while we’re in Prague. That’s all I’ve really got so far.”
“So, are you going to get down on one knee at some romantic location? Maybe give some big speech about how you want to spend the rest of your life with him…?” Starla trailed off and let out a sigh, perhaps remembering her own engagement all those years ago.
Celia had a look on her face that seemed to tell her that that was a ridiculous idea. “What? That only happens in movies. No,” she thought for a second, “but Fives does seem to like those movies, maybe I should…” she groaned, feeling truly unsure about this idea for the first time since the initial thought of it entered her mind.
The shorter woman reached across and gently placed a reassuring hand on her friend’s knee. “Well, I’m sure it’ll be perfect.” She slid off of the couch and leaned down to pick up her daughter. “Listen, it’s getting late, we should get going. But if you have any more news--”
“I’ll tell you.” Celia stood up from her chair and followed Starla to the door. “Uh, I guess I’ll see you when I see you then. Thanks for coming over.” She crouched slightly and ruffled the hair of the child in the other woman’s arms, earning a giggle in response.