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“It has to be made for him, represent him”, Benjamin huffed with heavy words. He was stressed. This all wasn’t working. The jeweller did not seem to understand his request at all.
Benjamin had the perfect and finalized version of it in his head. Something so deeply personal and true to him. And to them. Together. What they shared. A ring Dan-Ole would wear as a symbol for each other combined as one. Tried to put onto a physical object. He ran his hand through his hair, rolled his eyes a little and twirled the last strand of his hair around his finger.
“I have given you the piece on paper”, Benjamin picked up the sheet again, specked with delicate pencil lines, showing what he had in mind from multiple angles, “why can’t you make it?”
“It won’t be worth it. The design has flaws, there are pieces that can break off, that are impractical. Didn’t you say your boyfriend is working on a farm?”
Benjamin sighs. “Why do you care if he’ll like it. Dan isn’t working on a farm, he grew up there. That’s what those are for.” Benjamin taps the drawing. The engraving of the background gold was a copy of the wood grain of Dan-Ole’s loose floor board. On the farm. A very nice place, Benjamin thought. For a farm that was, as he had always preferred glamorous city over those lone villages, even when he had been younger. Benjamin was a man of a show.
“And isn’t the strawberry stone a bit too much? Do you know how much that’d cost.”
Benjamin groaned. “Either you accept my design like it is, or I will walk out of the door right now.”
“I just think there’s changes that would–”
The ringing of the little bell above the door shut the jeweller. Benjamin had turned around on his heel, snapped the drawing away before he went.
It was cold outside and Benjamin was regretting his dramatic exit a little because he hadn’t had time to put his coat back on. But he’d cope. That jeweller was just mad he couldn’t draw as well as Benjamin.
Dan-Ole and him had been together for years. It was time, now or never. Benjamin had never been so sure of anything in his life he would marry Dan-Ole. And he would make him that ring. A ring that wasn’t even supposed to go around the finger, just around the neck, on a necklace, hidden from everyone envying what they had.
Benjamin knew Dan-Ole wouldn’t want a clunky piece around his finger. He had thought of everything. The stone wasn’t even that big. (Not that Benjamin wouldn’t have the money.) He wanted something for Dan-Ole, not what society expected him to get.
Following that one fateful summer where Benjamin had landed job after job, slowly climbing up the ladder in the industry. And now he was known. Famous. Only because Dan-Ole had always been at his side, had encouraged him and worked on his self esteem with him. It was time Benjamin was returning some of this. And only the perfect things could come close being good for Dan-Ole.
Benjamin got his phone out and checked the address for the next jeweller. He had a long day ahead of him.