Rachel and Chris

I don’t know what she was thinking but I bet she wondered if I was going to give her ring back to her as I did not do so immediately. Instead, I told her to wait for a moment and then walked over to a wash sink and rinsed the ring off as it was covered in gray vacuum dust.
It was clearly a high school graduation ring, and I’d noticed no other rings on her fingers so I was fairly certain she was not married or engaged. By noting the date and school on the ring I was able to confirm to myself that she was about twenty or twenty-one and was from the local neighborhood.
It was a very pretty, small graduation ring and seemed to be nicer than the normal order at the school type so when I walked back and handed to her, I said: “Rachel, that’s a very nice class ring. You have very good taste.”
“Thank you so much,” she said almost blushing.
“It is a special ring because my grandmother gave it to me for graduation. I was so afraid I’d lost it and was about to break into tears when you spoke to me,” she added.
“Well I’m glad I could help,” I responded.
“I like your car,” she blurted out after an awkward pause.
“And thank you again for helping me, it really does mean a lot,” she said as she reached out to again shake my hand, this time with her class ring on her right hand.

I took her hand and held it firmly, looked straight into her eyes, and said “Rachel, I have to admit that I’m glad your ring fell off and all of this happened.”
Still holding her hand, I continued “If not I would not have met you and frankly, I want to tell you that you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. So, all of the pleasure has been mine.”
Rachel blushed a little more but did not pull away or appear overly intimidated. Instead she took her other hand and wrapped it around our two that were joined and told me again how much she appreciated my help.