Soft grey dusk slowly fades into the dark depths of the ocean cove. A lone motorboat speeds across choppy water.

 

The Canadian boat pulls up to a private dock along US shore, where I wait in shadow. We avoid lights, for special cargo.

 

A nondescript cardboard box is pulled out of the hold and passed to me. Grunts are exchanged. No more. The boat roars away.

 

Carrying the box, I scamper up the dock to a vacation rental house, and duck inside. Alone, I light a candle, and grab scissors.

 

Stabbing, I cut the box to find tissue paper wrapped around an inner object tied in silk ribbon, hard to open in the dim.

 

I penetrate it to find a velvet box protecting a huge ethical diamond, sparkling in a sustainable sterling silver setting. It will dazzle.

 

I tuck the ring box under my pillow, put on pajamas, and blow out the candle to go to bed. But I’m too hyped to sleep.

 

My phone notifies me of a message on a social media app, so I get up to check. It’s my partner, Lex. Immediately, I send hearts.

 

We make plans to meet at a helipad in the morning, to tour nearby coastline. Lex hearts everything, and sends goodnight emojis.

 

Next day, in a copter, I wait for Lex, who doesn’t respond to tweets, snaps, or chat messages. Could I have done all this for nothing?

 

“We have to go,” says the pilot. I despair, crying. Is it the end? Lex tumbles into the helicopter, apologizing. We rise into the air.

 

Nanodrones swarm us. “What now?” Lex says. “Just say yes,” I say, sharing the meaningful ring as the nanodrones fly as a heart emoji.

 

“Yes, let’s import jewelry,” says Lex, winking. I grin.