Tuesday finally arrived. After much careful planning, Kenny was confident in his plan. He’d spent hours searching online to find the perfect date. Something that would give them time to talk. That’s what all the sites said was important. Something like a movie wasn’t good because you couldn’t talk and you weren’t really spending time together. He also wanted to show her that he wasn’t some invalid who’d limp around his whole life. He couldn’t look weak in front of her. Ever.
So he’d planned something he’d found on a list of top most romantic first dates. They were going to have a picnic in the park and go hiking. This would give them time to talk, they’d already eaten in front of each other, so he didn’t have to worry if he was looking messy, and the hike would allow him to show her that
