I slid the phone back into my purse, zipped it shut and didn’t answer.

Sarah pulled open the passenger door of the silver car.

She turned and looked at me over the roof of the car, her left cheek dimpling softly in the sunlight.

“Would you like to go get some coffee?” she asked.

I took hold of the passenger door handle and swung it wide open.

“Let’s go get that coffee, then, I suppose.”