"Good morning, Sir. Here's your coffee." I said, and Mr. Atticus looked up at me. His eyes twinkled as he nodded his head at me. He took the coffee from my hand and placed it on his table. And then he opened the drawer of his table, removing a small box from it. Was he going to propose in his office now? Wow. At least, he is proposing.
"Here," he said, and I pressed my lips together, taking the small box from his hand. Wow. What kind of proposal is this? Anyways.
"What is this?" I asked him. And he raised his eyebrows at me, nodding towards the box.
"Open it." He said. Okay. And I did. And my eyes widened when I looked at what was inside the box.
There were bolts. Bolts inside the box. What the hell?
"Bolts? You're going to propose to me with bolts? Is that your idea, Sir?" I asked
