*Nathaniel*
I kneel to be at eye-level with the table. This is going to be a nice evening, and everything needs to be just so. The chairs have covers and sheets over them, giving them a classy and elegant look. The fine China I brought from my home is on the table and, at the moment, I am setting up the forks and knives to be in perfect alignment.
There is an element of me that knows these measures I am taking to get everything in order are ridiculous. I know Claire does not care where each fork is placed. In fact, she most likely will feel embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable with the amount of attention this will draw to her. She would be just as happy with paper and plastic utensils with a takeout meal.
At the same time, I suspect she will be uncomfortable because she either fee
