Her: I forgot my freaking sunglasses. I won’t even be able to enjoy the match without squinting the entire time. I told Cal I didn’t need to go out. Oh great, small talk. Just breathe, smile, and survive the date. Oh, it’s a great game! Such fun!
Him: I can’t believe I let Cal talk me into this. I don’t even like soccer. She is gorgeous and intelligent and out of my league. Alright, try some conversation: Having a good time? Eye contact—good. Smile—good. Her eyes! They squinted! Genuine smile! Maybe not so impossible after all.