"I know," she whispers, giving his hand another gentle squeeze, glancing down into the depths of her wine glass. This isn't exactly how she's pictured the afternoon going, between her moment during the walk and his desperation now, but she's not going to put the brakes on the picnic just because of that.

She sits up slowly, her hand slipping away from his, and starts taking more food out of the basket. "Did you want a sandwich?" she asks, trying to distract herself.