All Harry had said in the way of description was that the guy had glasses and while this was an identifying trait Gwen didn't feel that it was particularly useful information. There were easily millions of people in the city who wore glasses. Yet Gwen found herself walking into the Chinese restaurant and looking around for a guy about her own age wearing glasses. Her hopes that maybe the guy had stood her up were quickly dashed when she spotted one young man at a table, looking at his watch with glasses on.
"Hi. I think you're my date." She said as she walked up to the table.