Genevieve had not yet mastered the art of dressing to the current century. Her attire was a mishmash from different epochs. Long flowing skirt, enormous hat that could have been plucked straight from the Victorian ages and a blouse that was far too modern in its make. But she felt pretty and she would spent the day exploring a wondrous world with a handsome men and his mysterious tattoos. This was what girls her age did, was it not? It was normal. It was what her life could have been like... no, what her life could be like. And she had the feeling that she wanted her life to be like that.
Her face lit into a smile when she saw and she waved her hand at him. "Amos, hi!" Gen did not remember him as a jittery wreck. She only remembered the excitement she had felt. She was meeting people and they liked her enough to go on a little adventure together. Life wasn't so bad, was it?