Abigail had spent a great deal of time, packing just the right lunch in her picnic basket. She didn't want it to be too 'girly', but she wanted to look nice too. She had ended up with many sandwiches, a few sides and a couple of water bottles. Sandwiches had to be a safe choice. She had been checking herself out in every reflective surface, as she worked in the bakery that morning. Would he like the outfit she picked, was her scarf covering the scar, did her hair look okay. She had to smile at herself, acting like the girls she'd known back in high school. Maybe being nervous before a first date was part of what it felt like to be a 'normal' girl...or woman.
As noon approached, she waited for him in the front section of the bakery, humming happily to herself.