"Hey hey, I'm here to answer any questions about the incident." Present Mic stared out at the crowd of reporters, cringing inwardly. He adjusted his prescription shades and smiled disarmingly, spreading his hands apart. "Everyone is safe and the area is secure."
The media had other, more pressing, matters they wanted to discuss, however. Mic was struck with how many people began struggling to be chosen to ask a question. He knew the villain wasn't a big one and what happened had been routinely taken care of. No, they wanted something else.
He should have known; the ring Elly was now wearing had been noticed. The first reporter he picked asked what it meant, and if he was wearing one as well.
He carefully peeled his left glove off and showed them the one he had on. "Yeah, we have committed to each other." He raised his other hand. "Let me just answer the other questions in one go, huh? It's not an engagement."
Several disappointed faces showed they had thought it might be. Hero marriages were a big deal for the masses, rivaling celebrity ones.
"Mic? Excuse me - does this mean you don't believe in marriage, or she's not the right one for you?"
His eye twitched, and he set his mouth in a firm line. He was emotional and his colleagues were always having to hold him back in times like this. He tipped his glasses down, staring at the person with his mesmerizingly spiralled green eyes.
"It's not the right time yet," he answered calmly in a much deeper voice than he normally spoke in. "But she is the <i>only</i> woman for me."
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