Amelia Pond was not a woman who got nervous. If she did, she made a good job of hiding it. Mostly she had been described by her close friends as a leader and something of a heroine. She was not as brave as some, but she had bravery in certian times. She would admit she was not a hero, but had the luxury of meeting other heroes. Though on this particular night, Amy was nervous that she had actually said yes.
To her, men were puzzling and she could spend her whole life trying to figure them out and never would be able to.
Running her fingers through the flame red strands of her hair, she tried not to seem nervous. Looking in the window of a shop, she made sure her violet top and black mini skirt looked okay. As always she wore her trademark black leather jacket and continued on her way. Sure, she and Dick had talked a few times on the network and he really helped her when they first met when she arrived on the island. She still had trouble believing that he had actually asked her out. It was not so much that he was not bad looking, because he was. In her mind, they were from different times and she worried that would be a roadblock. Could a man from the past really like a woman from the 21st century? She hoped he could as she reached the pub and smiled nervously when she spotted him.
"Hello, Dick." Her tone was soft, and as always, her accent slurred her words slightly.