Two years (hannibal)
River's feet made their way down the path lined with flowers faster than her heart was beating. They knew where they were going, exactly where to lead her.
She spent a fair amount of time in the park; besides her apartment and the theater, she was here often. And on this particular day, it was significant to be here.
She was meeting Hannibal here.
The City had made sure to keep them apart for a while. River didn't remember much about being infected, but she knew she had been, and she knew Hannibal had been. After that, it had taken her some time to adjust and get back to dancing. She was in rehearsals now, as were all dancers with the ballet, for a production of 'Romeo and Juliet.'
River was going to be Juliet.
She rounded a corner, boots kicking up a little bit of dry dirt at the edge of a daisy bed, and smiled when she saw Hannibal.
There was a large blanket laid out in the midst of the field, nicely nestled between two flower beds, and on it was a basket. This looked to River like a full-fledged picnic... or, what she'd read picnics were supposed to be. You didn't get many of those in the black.