The Proposal

She came to me on the morning that I was supposed to leave Florence for Brussels. She kept looking at me for some time, and then said in a quiet voice, “Take me with you, please.”
I was horrified at her affrontery, after all, I was a guest at her place in Florence. But, to tell you the truth, I was also slightly flattered. No one had expressed such interest in me before.
“Why do you want to go to Brussels?” I asked her, just to be clear about her motivations. “Well,” she replied, “It’s grand, for one.”
“That’s true,” I replied, “But Florence is much grander, and it is your home.” She thought some more, and said, “It has magnificent cathedrals.”
I replied, “Yes, but those in Florence are historically much more significant.” That stumped her even more.
She kept thinking, and then said, “There’s plenty of beer in Brussels.”
I replied, “But you don’t drink beer!”
“Waffles?” she enquired hopefully?”
“Diabetes?” I replied in the same tone.
While she thought of her next argument, I came up with one of my own to dissuade her.
“You can’t pee in public in Brussels,” I said.
She replied innocently, “So I’ll pee in a bucket, but at least I will get to pee… I mean be with you.”
And that finally got to me. She was willing to make the supreme sacrifice to be next to me. That meant she genuinely loved me, from the core of her heart. I knew then, that I would never find anyone like her ever again.
So I just said, “I could stay on in Florence a little longer, you know. But what on earth are we going to do? I don’t have any more money left.”
She smiled a smile then that melted my heart, and said, “We’ll make music together. For why do we need money in Florence when we have each other!”
Narrator’s Note: The pictures of the pretty human lady in Brussels have been used for representative purposes only. The narrator of this story does not own the copyright to those aforementioned pictures. 

About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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