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Glenn had asked Anya earlier to meet him at his hut at dusk. He spent the rest of the day planning and getting things together for what would be their potential first day.
By nightfall the food he had caught - the boar had put up quite a fight - was all cooked up on the fire he had made and the fruit he had picked was chopped and in a bowl. He set the sliced meat and the fruit on the blanket he had taken from the compound, as well as placed the pitcher of water and the plates and glasses he had grabbed down. It was a strange way of eating, truly, but he had read in a book about such a set-up being romantic.
Now all he had to do was wait, which was harder than it sounded, as he was feeling all out of sorts and unable to relax. He gripped the stems of the flowers (another thing he had learned was acceptable in this situation) he had in his hands as he paced, waiting for her to appear.
By nightfall the food he had caught - the boar had put up quite a fight - was all cooked up on the fire he had made and the fruit he had picked was chopped and in a bowl. He set the sliced meat and the fruit on the blanket he had taken from the compound, as well as placed the pitcher of water and the plates and glasses he had grabbed down. It was a strange way of eating, truly, but he had read in a book about such a set-up being romantic.
Now all he had to do was wait, which was harder than it sounded, as he was feeling all out of sorts and unable to relax. He gripped the stems of the flowers (another thing he had learned was acceptable in this situation) he had in his hands as he paced, waiting for her to appear.