James would be sitting down under a tree, dressed in a simple polo shirt and denim three quarter lengths. He was waiting for what he thought of as his girlfriend to come and meet him, so that they could do something together. Obviously when she asked him what they would want to do, he would think of the first thing a boy's mind would, and she would see that. So he had to try and think of something now, before she got her. That way, maybe he wouldn't seem so shallow. Maybe a swim? Going for a walk? Watching a film? All were good ideas and he was trying his best to think of just these. He was nervous about his date, unusual for him. But then again, dating the last ever Cupid, was a bit unusual.