"Gaaaah! What if she's a vegan? These sandwiches will kill her!"
Tom looked over the subs that he packed in the basket one last time as he checked his watch. A blustering wind fluttered over the grassy field in the park as the would-be Casanova turned his attention to the blanket.
"Is this really how it's supposed to be done? Aw man! Did she want champagne? Oh God! This is only our third date! This has to be perfect!"
With shaking hands, he unfurled the plushy blanket, fanning it out three or four times before laying it down on the ground. Pressing down with his hands, it was as if the blanket was a business suit as he pressed out every last crease to the best of his ability. He took a deep breath and raised his hands, bobbing them up and down in assurance that his work was good.
"Okay, the bottled water is sparkling, the sandwiches are made from butcher shop baloney... oh no..."
Running his fingers through his hair, his skin grew cold and his heart felt as if it landed into the pit of his stomach.
"The chocolates have nuts... what if she's allergic to nuts? It wouldn't matter if I picked out the 60% cocoa dark chocolates! The walnuts would kill her! Tom, how could you?!"
Tom swallowed and slowly looked behind him at his beloved Nancy. He fidgeted with his hands in front of him and laughed with a nervous tone.
"Ahhh... Princess! How long have you been there?"
"... Ten minutes."
Falling backwards in shock, he landed in the middle of the blanket, resting his hand on his head. Nancy just smiled and folded her arms in front of her.
"You're such a dork, Tom!"
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