Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt "Dirt"

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This week we have another episode of Robbie's story. He's home from his magical Thanksgiving with Dale and her family and off to shop for an engagement ring with his good friend, Tuffer Demson. Although the road to true love looks smooth from this vantage point, things may change in the near future...

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 Robbie arrive home from the airport late. He awoke at eight the next morning. He dressed,  pulling on a warmer jacket. He hurried along to the coffee shop on Main Street to meet his buddy, Tuffer Demson -- for breakfast, then ring shopping. 

When Robbie arrived, Tuffer’s large frame had already filled one side of a booth. Robbie slid into the other side and gave his order for coffee to the waitress.

“This is a fucking miracle,” Tuffer said, digging into a stack of hotcakes.

“I know, right?” Robbie added milk to his beverage.

“Yeah. Boy are the guys gonna shit bricks.” Tuffer grinned and shook his head.

“Don’t tell them. Let me surprise Dale first, okay?”

“There's already plenty of dirt going around about you and Dale., but whatever you say. You’re da man!” Tuffer added more syrup to his breakfast.

Anxiety mixed with excitement in his blood. Fear mixed with anticipation of happiness and his body didn’t know how to react – flight, adrenaline and out the door, or increased pulse and heading to the jewelry store. The love side won. Robbie hurried  down the block, dragging Tuffer behind him.

“Gotta get there when the store opens,” Robbie said, puffing from the exertion and the cold Connecticut air. When he opened the shop door, a man came out from the back.

“Good morning, Gentlemen, can I help you?”

Robbie froze. Words caught in his throat as the flight side pulled ahead.

“Yeah. Sure. My friend is looking for an engagement ring,” Tuffer said, nudging the kicker.

“For you?” The man gazed directly at the linebacker.

“No, no. For his girlfriend. He’s gonna pop the question.”

“May I ask how much you wish to spend?” The man said, pulling out a tray of small rings.

“Oh, no. Those are too small,” Robbie said, shaking his head.

“What did you have in mind?”

“How big can I get for ten grand?”

The man’s eyes widened and so did his grin. “For that amount you can get a beautiful, impressive ring. Diamond? Ruby? Emerald?”

“Diamond.” 

Robbie held his breath as he chose the diamond, not having any idea what tempest awaited him.