Professor McKnight’s home was only a short walk from the main road running through Gairloch, and in only a few minutes they were walking down a road lined with shops. Gregory’s running commentary made Cara smile - as much as she enjoyed the tour, she was enjoying the sound of his voice more.  As they passed the florist, she felt a pang of regret. Now she wished she’d brought the with her.  Cara hoped the smile and wave she gave the woman in front of the shop would be thanks enough.<br/><br/>When Gregory asked her why she thought he wouldn’t come see her, Cara fell silent for a moment. Now, of course, it was obvious how unfounded her concerns had been, but last night, once all of the excitement of the day had died down...<br/><br/>“Oh, I don’t know.” Cara began. She shrugged. “Yesterday was a bit of an overwhelming day. Once things had calmed down, and we finished unpacking my trunk,” she gave him a rueful grin, “it all seemed so -<em>not real</em>. Like a dream, not the kind of thing that happens to me.” She looked back up at him. “I’m glad I was wrong.”<br/><br/>Gregory had led them to a small cafe, just off the main road. She grinned, blushing again, as he held her chair for her when she sat down. Cara looked over the menu as he took his seat and realized she was barely hungry - and even if she was, the nervous flutters in her belly would make it almost impossible to eat.  Still, Gregory was taking great pains to take her out for a nice lunch, and she didn’t want to be<em>difficult</em>.<br/><br/>“I think I’m going to have a salad, actually.” She looked at him over the top of the menu.  Guys always seemed irritated when the girls ordered salads, but it was all Cara could thought she could manage to eat at the moment.  “And some sparkling water.  With lemon.”  She put the menu down and folded her hands in her lap, so he wouldn’t see just how nervous she was.