"Wait! I think I've found it!" cried Elisabeth. He sighed in relief and turned toward her. "Here," she said, handing him the wily lense. He took it from her quickly and went down the hall to the bathroom to replace it.
Elisabeth sat on the edge of the couch and waited patiently. She'd surely never forget this night. If it wasn't one thing it was the next. First, upon picking her up at her house, Roger had tripped on the steps over his unlaced shoes. Then, he'd flooded the car engine and they'd had to wait what seemed eons before starting out for dinner. His table ettique had been polite, and the stories they'd shared over pasta and hot rolls had warmed her to him considerably. "He's really not that bad, only a little nervous," she'd thought. Now she was not so sure. He seemed the veritible klutz. She'd never known a more accident prone fellow.
... just me being bored... but I seem to have run out of steam. bah. nevermind.