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?
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.