Syl insisted they walk back to the hotel after his show, and typical of his easy-going, laid-back manner, he humoured her with a smile and complied. She couldn't help smiling herself at this, knowing he'd prefer a limo or at least a cab. But he put up with her every little quirk and laughed off every minor (and not so minor) discomfort she put him through; he wasn't about to make a fuss about something as simple as a walk now.
She led their leisurely late-night stroll through downtown Mexico City. She knew the streets, though not as well as her extended family did. Her mother grew up here before moving to Canada to make a new life for herself.
That was a concept Syl couldn't understand for the longest time: To leave your family and friends and everything you had ever known to start all over in some strange, distant place so far removed from where you began. She had often wondered what would lead someone to make such a drastic change in their life.
It wasn't until she had to do it herself, that she finally understood. It was about freedom, even if the oppression you were escaping from was just in your head.
When her friends started following her to Rio though, she began to wonder if it really had been just in her head the entire time.
Holding Jon's hand, she laughed as she ran across a street at a roundabout, dodging a car as she tugged her boyfriend along behind her. When they reached the safety of the sidewalk, she grinned up at him mischievously while they took a moment to catch their breath.
Then she looked up, and pointed to indicate to Jon to do the same.
An 'angel', with her gilded skin glowing from the spotlights positioned on the ground, was watching them from the top of a monumental column in the center of the roundabout. "El Ángel de la Independencia," she explained, as she turned to see the awe on Jon's face. "Pretty cool, eh?"
He turned to her, but before he could reply, she leaned up and kissed him, long and passionately.
"So, I was thinking, ya know, on what you asked me about a while ago," she said as she playfully tugged on a dread. "I love you, but..." She paused and looked away as she slipped a hand into her pocket, "...I don't know if I want to be your wife." Turning back, she bit her lip at the look of disappointment in Jon's face.
"I do know one thing though," she said as she leaned into him again. Her lips met his again in another passionate kiss, as she pulled something out of her pocket and slipped it into his hand.
She smiled as he looked down at the golden ring in his palm.
"I do know I want you to be my husband," she grinned, teasingly.
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Sighing, Aniela leaned into Goliath, resting her chin on her folded arms as
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John was a bit tired from skanking with the audience at his show, but he agreed to walk back to the hotel with Syl. Having a little extra time for themselves was definitely something he wasn’t going to pass by.
ReplyDeleteSyl talked about the streets and sights they were passing by as they walked down streets bathed in light. He realized Mexico City was probably one of the cities he knew the least about so he soaked up everything that amazing petite woman beside him told him. Every now and then he glimpsed at her excited face. She seemed happier and more excited than usual and he was glad, whatever the reason.
They reached a roundabout and Syl pulled John in the middle of traffic, running to the centre of it while giggling. “Hey, wait, it’s dangerous!” Before he could finish his sentence he was already pulled in the middle of the lanes so he ran to the other side trying to watch out for cars. After dodging a few they reached the other side. ‘You’re crazy, you know that?” John laughed and shook his head. After they caught their breath, Syl looked up. Her face was glowing in the street lights and John took a moment to enjoy it before she pointed up. He looked up and saw a very tall and massive column with a gilded statue of an angel on top. "El Ángel de la Independencia," she explained, as she turned to see the awe on Jon's face. "Pretty cool, eh?"
He was about to say how impressive and beautiful it was when Syl wrapped his arms around him and gave him a long and passionate kiss.
"So, I was thinking, ya know, on what you asked me about a while ago," she said as she playfully tugged on one of his dreads. He realized she was referring to that talk they had some time ago about making things official between them. He had told Syl that he was ready and willing to do anything to make her happy. She paused and looked away as one of her hands slipped from his neck and to her side. “I don't know if I want to be your wife." Turning back, she bit her lip at the look of disappointment in John's face. Thoughts were racing through his mind as he wasn’t sure if she meant she’s happy with the current state of affairs and didn’t want a change, or if she meant something more. His line of thought was interrupted. "I do know one thing though," she said as she leaned into him again. Her lips met his again in another passionate kiss, as she slipped something small into his hand.
He looked down and saw a golden ring into his hand; his eyes widened. "I do know I want you to be my husband," she grinned, teasingly.
John didn’t know how long he had stood there, looking in turn at the ring and Syl’s face, trying to realize what was happening. “Are you… proposing to me?” His voice trembled with excitement. Syl nodded with a smile. “Will you marry me, you dork?” she asked, playfully punching him in the arm. He blinked a few times as his eyes misted over. “Damn straight I will!” He laughed as he scooped Syl in his arms and lifted her up. “I can’t believe you just proposed to me!” He spun her around as they laughed. She cupped his face in her hands as he put her down and said “I love you, baby!” John grinned “What’s not to love?” he said laughing and Syl swatted his shoulder and pulled him close for a kiss. He tasted her lips once more, then rubbed his rugged cheek against hers, his eyes closed so he could soak every sensation as her soft side touched his. He whispered in her ear “I love you too, Sylvia Mendoza,” He looked into her eyes. “Or is it Sylvia Lancashire now?” He laughed as he embraced her once again.