Mary-Beth is sat beside you on the blanket in the feild. She has her hair all nice and she is even wearing that dress you bought her. She is stressing a little bit because this is your first date together.

"Have we got the bread? The bread rolls?" She asks you —or herself.

She searches the picnic bag and grabs out some plates and food. She is setting it up and quickly mumbling to herself, probably making sure she has everything and everything is going to plan.

"Bread rolls, grapes, wine.." She mutters as she grabs each item out of the picnic and place them on the plates.

Wine grabs your attention.