He wanted to pace, to fidget with the small bouquet of flowers in his hand, but pride wouldn’t allow such evidence of his uncertainty. Yes, inside he had doubts, but if anyone were watching, if Jane were watching, he couldn’t afford even one small hint of them to show.A couple all but ran by and climbed the steps into the building behind him, the girl giggling with either nerves or happiness. How very young they looked, Sergio thought. How carefree, as though the step they were about to take was tantamount to going for a picnic in the park. Life had, he was sure, never tested that young girl the way his sweet Jane had been tested. Everyone deserved happiness, joy, the peace of knowing they were loved and treasured, but no one, in Sergio’s estimation, deserved that more than Jane.He could only hope she would accept his love and his hand, allow him to try to give her all those things.Impossible not to wonder if there was anything more he could have done to convince her of his sincerity.
