"The first time I came here, I saw a man out there, bobbing in the ocean." I drew on my cigarette to punctuate the next line with an introductory silence. "He was face down. Not moving. I stood here, on this very spot, watching him drift by."
"Oh," she said, eyeing off the ledge and finding it a little less inviting.
"Come closer. There's been something I've been meaning to ask you. Will you do me the honour of... will you... will you marry me?"