"No, I just brought it for you to look at the ribbon," Chrissy says, pointedly teasing, her nose crinkling as she does. Her cheeks feel a little warm, a slight flush from being flustered that she hopes isn't too noticeable, and she's pretty sure this was actually a terrible idea. There's no turning back now, though. If anything, she can reassure herself with the thought that she would look much, much more stupid if she tried to. It's not like she had to go out of her way or even spend any money, aside from the bow; the box, she just took from work. If he hates it, thinks it's as ridiculous as she currently does, however good an idea it seemed at the time, he can throw it out as soon as he leaves and there will be no harm done.

It isn't as if she even expects him to wear it, or anything. She's noticed the guitar pick he tends to wear as a necklace, but this isn't meant to be a fashion statement, just a small, quiet acknowledgment of a big achievement.

"Yes, you can open it," she adds, wincing playfully, half-shielding her eyes. "But really, I'm telling you, it's so dumb."