Willow

Sitting within an outside area restaurant, Willow patiently waits for the blind date she was expecting, messing with the candle on the wooden table.

"I wonder why Stella and the others are so dead set on having me out on a blind date? Do they really want me to have someone that badly? What would the person that I'd date even look like...?"

She turns to look up at the night sky, tapping her fingers against the table as she silently whistles to herself.