“Tonight? Um, nothing, I guess. Why, is tomorrow not good for you?”
“No, tomorrow’s great. But I didn’t remember until this morning that the young adult group from our church is going to a movie tonight. Would you like to join us?”
Mike blinked, caught off guard by her offer. “Um, sure,” he said.
“Great!” Danielle said, straightening her shoulders. “We’re meeting at the High Ridge Theatre on Indian School, just off Tramway. Do you know which one I mean?”
“I think so,” Mike said, trying to picture the intersection. He continued to struggle with his directions.
She stared at him a moment before responding. “I’ll draw you a map.”
Outlining a basic map on a napkin, Danielle told him to arrive at six forty-five. “We’ll meet out front first,” she said. “Look for a group of about a dozen if
