As I bent over to pick up my camera I saw my date frantically rummage through her purse while I wasn’t looking. We both leaned back up to the table at the same time and blinked at each other. “Clara, what did you just do?” The little girl’s smile was a tight line and her eyes glanced back and forth across the restaurant. “Hmm?” “Just now when I was getting my camera. You did something in your purse.” She giggled nervously, “What? No.” She waved a hand dismissively. I sighed. If I had learned anything in my role as a father, it was not to press a woman when she is hiding something. But as I brought my camera up to my eye and…