“Yes, of course.” He points to an LGBTQ+ flag above the sales counter. “In other shops, most ring sets are designed for heterosexual couples, meaning everyone else has to make do. But not here. We have an extensive collection of engagement and wedding ring sets to suit everyone.” He gestures to the rings. “Am I warm, or do I need to try again?”
Quinn gazes at them. “They’re perfect.”
I squeeze his hand. “They really are.”
Rupert claps his hands. “Would you like to try them on?”
“Yes, please.”
Rupert unhooks a ring finger sizing tool from his belt and checks my size and then Quinn’s. Next, he uses a ring sizer to check the sizes of the rings.
“This one is perfect,” he says, sliding the mostly titanium ring onto Quinn’s finger.
“One moment and I’ll fetch a smaller size in the other. You have a deceptively slender finger.”
He takes the tray and second ring away, leaving us staring at the ring on Quinn’s finger.
“Here we go,” Rupert says, returning to us. He puts the mostly carbon fibre ring onto my finger.
The fit feels snug but not tight. I shake my hand, but it doesn’t move. I hold my hand next to Quinn’s and stare at the two rings together.
“Do you like them?” I ask.
“I love them.”
“Yours suits you.”
Quinn grins. “And yours suits you.” He waggles his fingers. “They suit us.”
“They’re within your budget,” Rupert says.
Quinn and I stare at each other. He nods.
“We’ll take them,” I say.
“Excellent. Shall I box them up, or…?”
“We’ll wear them now,” Quinn says. He puts his arms around my neck. “I love you. There’s just one problem.”
My heart stutters. “What?”
“I’m not sure how we’re going to top these rings when we come to choose our wedding rings.”
I press my hand to my heart. “You scared me.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
Quinn smiles and shrugs.
“It won’t be a problem,” Rupert assures us. “Come back to me when you’re looking for wedding rings, and I’ll make sure you leave here with rings that are a perfect fit for you and your engagement rings.”
A few minutes later, the rings are paid for, and we’re on our way home.
“How should we tell people?” Quinn asks.
We’re on the tube, and neither of us can stop looking at our rings.
