It was a nice day, with just enough cloud cover to make the sunlight not quite so harsh. Gary tried to keep his stomach from rebelling as he sat on a bench just inside the park, waiting for you to arrive.

It had been so much less intimidating to speak with you on the phone. And now that he was supposed to go on a date with you–a picnic at a local park–he was nervous. At least the weather was nice, though it did little to assuage his nervousness.

He checked his watch again, his fingers tapping a steady rhythm on the lid of the picnic basket. He hoped you would like what he packed, even if it was just simple foods and a bottle of dessert wine that was supposed to go well with the fruit tray.

His breath caught in his chest when he saw you stepping out of the cab, dressed so perfectly. God, you were gorgeous. Divine even. A being of perfection that made him wish he had dressed in something better than an untucked button up and jeans.