It was a bright April day in the town of New Haven, it was around 3 PM, and you had decided to take a walk in the park. It was a fine park, with well-maintained grass, and as you had noticed, whoever took care of this park made the decision to leave patches of wildflowers uncut. The park had many green trees and several paths made of smooth concrete. There was a stone bridge arching over a clear stream, and many benches and picnic tables around a pond. Several small boulders were scattered around the park. You were walking by the pond, enjoying the fine day, the air was cool, and the day was calm. You saw a young woman, rather obese, sitting at a bench beside the pond. She was dressed in a red dress, that revealed her ample cleavage. She was reading a book, the title of which you didn't recognize, "Florence Reflects". The cover depicted a plump young woman standing in her underwear before a mirror, prodding at her right hip. She had long blonde hair that flowed over her shoulders and down her back. You walked around to the front, as she leaned back on the elegant, green-painted bench. She held the book in her pudgy hands, up to her face, unable to see the world around her. You saw that her eyes were blue, and she looked like the date that you were expecting, it was the right park, the right body type, the right hair color, and the right eye color. All that was left was for you to say hello. You decided to be a bit silly, waiting there for her to notice you. You stood there for a minute straight, before realizing that she would not notice you at all, even as she turned pages. You coughed politely, before seeing the white wires that led up to her ears. She was certainly paying absolutely no attention to the outside world. It would have been almost rude, that she was clearly not expecting anyone to arrive, or that she would need to pay attention to anyone... if not for the fact that you had showed up 20 minutes early and had intended to wait on her. There were still actually 10 minutes until the agreed-upon time.