Promise Ring

My ring grew ice cold. I hid it under my leg. I wasn't sure if it would glow in the dark theater, but I wasn't about to chance it.

I leaned towards my boyfriend, laying my head on his shoulder until the ring warmed up. He knew I had it and what it meant, but he didn't know of its power. I truly didn't think he'd understand. Superheroes and magicians have to keep their secrets.

Not that I was either super or magic. It was the ring that was special. When it grew warm I knew it's twin, on the finger of the person I was promised to protect, had just witnessed a promise or a decision the ring approved of. Lately, it grew warm a couple times a week.

It's when the ring grows cold that panic sets in. If it goes cold, I call the other ring-bearer immediately. Cold means the rings are unhappy. Something just went down.

I considered leaving the movie to call the other ring-bearer, but I decided not to. This was my movie date. The ring admonished me with a cold so fierce it stung.

Fine!

In the lobby, I dialed.