"Will you marry me Amelia?" He crossed his hands over his chest and looked me dead straight into my eyes.

"What!" Nothing else could come out of my mouth.

He repeated, emphasizing each word "I said, Will – you – marry – me?"

Ladies & Gentlemen, have you ever wondered how a black hole feels like? Then this is the answer. Void. I am looking at him but I am not looking at him. My mind is blank. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. I really couldn't think anything. Today isn't Fool's day but I still had to wait for a couple of minutes to rule out the possibility of him laughing out loud. Minutes ticked by. He didn't laugh. So, I did.

"Ha Ha... you are joking right?" I laughed nervously. The laugh came out as a snort.

"I would never joke about something so important." Are you serious? He was indeed serious

"But – But you have a girlfriend. Why don't you marry her?" I asked.

"I don't have a girlfriend." He said calmly.

"What! She came here. I caught you both erm -" I stopped. 'I caught you both like horny teenagers almost ready to bonk!'

"I know. But if you can trust me, it was her last try to woo me. I made my decision crystal clear to her before I left New York" He said. He thought for a moment

"Here's an idea. I know you will have a lot of questions. What if we meet for dinner today? You can ask me everything you want then you can take the weekend to think and decide. Let me know your final decision by Monday."

Looks like it's time to find a new job

"Be rest assured, even if your decision is No, your job will be safe." As if he read my mind. Or did I say that aloud? I was not sure.

"Shall I pick you up at 8 from your apartment?" He asked. I nodded. With that, I walked out of the office like a zombie.

What the fuck was that?