Her
From across the dimly lit restaurant, I saw her. Face framed by auburn hair, she sat motionless; staring into her empty wine glass. She seemed entranced, entirely lost in the shimmering lights reflected in the glass. I wondered if she was nervous, just as I was. How long had it been since I had been on a date? Had it been just as long for her? I swallowed the anxiety that had made its home in my throat and made my way towards her.
