At the Ren Festival a few weeks ago, I found a ring which caught my eye. It had a purple stone, and the band was made from sparkley swirls of silver. I was very fond of it, but I decided not to buy it - at least not yet. I hadn't seen the rest of the fair yet, and I wanted to keep looking.
I reassured the proprieter that she would see me again, as my boyfriend worked right next door. Then I left to go have a wander.
Later that afternoon, as I was telling F about my day, he slipped a ring on my middle finger. The same ring I'd been admiring that morning! A totally unexpected but delightful surprise.