Eleanor hooked the wicker basket on her arm, letting the handle rest in the crease of her elbow. She followed his gaze down to it, a soft hum of agreement pushing past her lips. "Yup. I even pack a little more than I originally planned." Eleanor nodded towards the Deer Trail, "Shall we then. I think this trail should be good for our picnic, this one cuts to the lake and there's a nice stretch of grass and such." Something about Dean made her nervous, not in the scared way though. In the excited, dizzying, bright way. She didn't know how to explain it in a way that would make sense. She supposed if she was feeling particularly juvenile, she'd say he gave her butterflies.
This trail didn't have much hiking wise, so it wasn't a struggle to carry the basket. The walk to the lake was a good forty or so minutes, so they'd build up an appetite. Eleanor knocked her shoulder against Dean's as she started to walk, flashing him a bright smile. "So, how was your day?" She sucked at small talk. She didn't care how the weather was or anything. She wanted to know about you, your life, your grandparents, your childhood. She wanted to hear long stories, whether funny or sad or heartwarming, she didn't want to make idle chit chat with you, how do you get to know someone that way? It's impossible. Eleanor filled the soft silence with stories of her students, telling Dean about the rap throw down that busted out last period in one of her junior classes, and about the debate on gay rights she had first period with her freshman. Despite being a history teacher, her classes seemed to delve into every single subject one can possibly discus, even if it had nothing to do with that topic of the day. She explained this all to Dean, gesturing violently with her hands, an excited, exuberant smile on her face the whole time.
Eleanor kept her gaze on Dean the whole time, causing her trip quite often. He was handsome. Very, very handsome, and he had these green eyes that made her think of the shag carpeting in her parent's house, in a good way. She loved that shag carpeting. He was handsome in the conventional way too. Nothing too outstanding, he was manly, and strong. She felt men today were very metro-sexual, and they were all too pretty for her, it was the in thing now she supposed. Eleanor didn't have anything against it, but she tended to be attracted to men, and manly men, men with stubble and strong jaw lines and rough, work hardened hands. Men like Dean. Eleanor let out a soft sigh, hiking the basket up on her arm. They got closer to lake, and the ground became slightly softer under her feet. She hoped Dean was enjoying himself, this wasn't the most exciting thing to do, but it was what she liked to do. She likes to do anything outside really. She also hoped Dean would like the dinner she made. She wasn't sure of his favorites yet. Oh, boy, she was really over thinking this.
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