[ She swallows a sip. Nathan is sitting on his desk in front of her. Papers of particular importance are scattered across the top.

The light catches on her engagement ring. She smiles at it, fondness curling on her lips and in her voice. She quite enjoys talking about how she met Afshin. ]

At an opera, actually. He was a friend of a family friend, and she introduced us. We had many things in common, he studied music as well, and she thought we would hit it off. And well -- the rest is history, I suppose.