Winifred had never considered herself delicate; much to the contrary. She grew up on a farm and was all about getting her hands dirty with the garden they'd had, or working with the horses. She loved to be outside and she definitely appreciated hard work and the feeling of accomplishment that you got at the end of the day. She even had the calluses on her hands to prove it. But in the presence of this stranger, she did not feel the least bit confident and she was a little cross with herself for feeling so out of her depth.
Winifred raised an eyebrow at the way the man's voice seemed to run the length of her skin like velvet, her face uncertain. She hadn't met many people who had ever talked to her that way. She couldn't remember if Isaiah had talked to her quite like that, and she shifted her eyes from the man to the floor nervously, her cheeks reddening in betrayal. Winifred had less than half the sex appeal of a tiny kitten, and even the thought made her feel childish. Sure, she'd thought about it, but she'd never found the right person. And I don't even know Isaiah that well, yet. Clearing her throat, she glanced back up at the man. "Rough day?" She offered a weak smile, wondering for the millionth time just where Isaiah was. When the man mentioned him, Winifred's face was instantly transformed and glowing. "Oh, he's my--" At that she faltered. The few times they'd hung out and then the times that they had kissed at his parent's house did not count as a date, or anything. She bit her lower lip, thinking what would be better to say. She hated lying. "We're dating." It wasn't exactly a lie since Isaiah had mentioned bringing her to someone's birthday tonight. At a bar. That was definitely a date. She cleared her throat again, wondering why she still felt so flustered.