She switches to the backstroke after ten laps. Ten more and she rolls over again; breaststroke. She has waterproof headphones and an audiobook going.
"Picnic sounds great. I could cook us some stuff, it'd be a nice excuse for it. Preferences?"
He emails her a few days later, next week:
Soooooooo it would appear that we have a date soon, huh?
Would it appear that way? I didn't see skywriting about your green.
Should I have hired that? I'm sure that would have made lots of people confused.
It went great! He's adorable and his wheelchair is really really cool. We did end up going to a racetrack, apparently he knows people there and goes there every now and then to test his stuff. But anyway I told him about you and he was like "Oh wow you met Pelape Milath? That's awesome!" and I was like "Yep, and..." and I explained the thing and he was like "Of course, I don't mind at all. But I also wanna meet her, her blog is great." And I said "Right?" And he said that you have a little fandom at the university but a buncha greens think you don't really write that stuff because greys aren't that smart but he told them about me and I told him you're super smart and also prefer 'readership' over 'fandom' and he said they literally have an email group called milath-fans so.
They have an email group about it? Wow. Okay. Are you gonna bring him to the picnic or should I meet him separately?
She shows up with a basket of fruit and chocolate tarts at the park at the appointed time.