1. She has always been the logical sort of person. She never had any false fantasies, her rational side managed to ovverrule any impractical impulse that may have possessed her mind. SHe was not one to run away with her dreams. Orderly lists, facts, organization.

"What would you like to eat?" he asks, complacently one night while they stroll down the street, his arm tucked almost flittingly around her waist. The light from the passing lamps falls almost haspazardly onto his face. His hair, messy, every strand sticking out. "You choose," she says absently."Something spicy, maybe?" he exclaims, waving his arms energetically at a suspicious looking restaurant from across the street."