Damariaun: **singing** Summer, summer, summer, summer time!
Marcel: Not yet.
Damariaun: It's, like, right around the corner. Anyway, you look..what's wrong?
Marcel: I don't know what to get her.
Damariaun: Oh. I got mine a pair of earrings.
Marcel: She has ENOUGH earrings.
Damariaun: Pots and pans? They love kitchen items.
Marcel: That's not special. And she's special, you know?
Damariaun: Obviously. What'd your ol' man gift her last year?
Marcel: A diamond ring.
Damariaun: We are definitely not about that life, unless you get a job. **laughs**
Marcel: She definitely deserves one though. **sighs** I don't know what to do.
Damariaun: Just ask her. She knows you're getting her something. You do it every year. Besides, it's the thought that counts.
Marcel: Facts. I'll get her flowers. Purple flowers.
Damariaun: Oh, yeah. You can easily pick them too, given the season.
What event is Marcel anxious about?