Ryan walked out through the double glass doors and spotted me near the railing.

He wore his dark work suit and looked completely out of place among the tourists in linen shirts.

He pulled out the metal chair across from me and sat down.

He didn’t bother taking off his jacket.

I slid a small square velvet box across the table.

Ryan didn’t touch it right away.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Open it,” I said.