Page 3 of Your Fan Forever
I placed my hand in his, sweaty palm andall.
Is this reallyhappening?
I picked up my bag and Nip. We followed Noah across the street and into the building full ofdiamonds.
As we walked through the revolving door a tall thick black man with a tailored suit greeted us. He recognized Noah, but not as a fan. Noah had been herebefore.
“Good to see you again Mr. Patrick.” He shook Noah’shand.
“Hey James. How are you?” Noah asked. “This is CallieBlake.”
“Hi Ms. Blake. It’s nice to see you.” I smiled andnodded.
I couldn't control the goofy grin on myface.
He smiled back and motioned for us to follow. He stepped in front of the last elevator and turned a key. The doors opened. He reached in and pushed a button and then held the dooropen.
We steppedinside.
“Have fun.” James said andlaughed.
I looked up at Noah. A million questions running in my mind, but I had lost the power tospeak.
I picked up Nip and willed him to speak forme.
The elevator took us to the ninth floor. We stepped out. Noah reached for the buzzer. I pulled his armback.
“Wait.” I stared up at him. “What are wedoing?”
“Shopping.”
“Forwhat?”
“Diamonds.”
“What kind ofdiamonds?”
“The shiny sparkle kind.” Noah wiggled his eyebrows. “Clear unless you want a colored diamond. That’s why you're here. I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I thought I’d let youchoose.”
“Noah.” I groaned, but he pushed the button and a few seconds later the door popped open. We stepped into a small room and Noah closed the door behind me. The second door popped open and Igasped.
It was like the website had materialized before my eyes. The room was stark white and a large diamond and silver structure shaped like an engagement ring sat in the center androtated.
“Mr. Noah,” a tan older lady sang out as we entered. She approached Noah and gave him a hug. She was short, and round, but she sparkled. She had diamonds in her ears, around her neck, and on eachfinger.
“Is this her?” sheasked.
“Hi Sherrie. This isCallie.”
Sherrie turned to me. She opened her arms and Nip yapped. She hugged meanyway.
“Isn’t she beautiful. I just love your red hair.” Sherrie touched a strand. “We have you set up righthere.”
“I’m sorry.” I held up one finger to stop Ms. Sherrie. I sat Nip down. I grabbed Noah’s hand and pulled him back over toward the door we just came outof.
“What are you doing?” Iasked.
“I’m trying to propose to you.” His faceblank.
