She felt so nauseous. That feeling of it just sitting in the middle of her throat, waiting to come up with anything she tried to eat. She didn’t know how she was going to enjoy dinner on a first date if she had no appetite. She really didn’t want to order salad. She wanted to order a burger and be who she really was, but her appetite (or lack there of) seemed to have something else in mind. She was nervous, worried and excited all at the same time. This was the first date in ages that she was going on. She was finally getting out there again to meet someone new. Would he genuinely like her? Happy butterflies were great. But, she hated these ones. They didn’t flutter around, they ate her up inside. These were black butterflies.
The bus came to her stop as she made her way to the door. She stepped out onto the downtown curb, into the snowy air. There he was, smartly dressed in a grey peacoat and nice dark blue jeans. His hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. She couldn’t help but smile back (even if it was mostly out of nervousness). “Well, here goes.”, she said to herself. Took a deep breath and made her way to him.