"Why don't we get married?"
"Pfft!—cough! cough cough!!"
Eliza nearly choked, coughing violently as she processed what Evan had just said. The boy set down the radio and then held up a napkin to help her clean her lips.
She took a deep breath, scanning her memories of the past ten seconds to see if her mind wasn't playing tricks on her when Evan repeated his earlier words.
"What do you say? Why don't we get married?"
"…so, I didn't mishear you the first time."
"Nope. You didn't."
Eliza turned to look at Evan and he met her gaze serenely. This staring contest quickly ended as Eliza looked away and placed her glass on the counter, before turning back to him and asking.
"Okay, Evan. What brought this up?"
For a moment, she remembered the little encounter with a certain someone in the afternoon and the words he had spoken.
"Is this because of what 'that guy' said?"
"Huh? What guy?"
