Oops. Bad suggestion.
“If you’re comfortable giving me your number, I’ll text you the address.”
“Okay.” She shrugged. She took my phone and entered her number.
“Great. I hope to see you, Kealy.”
“I don’t see why not. Unless something comes up,” she said.
“Well, if not this time, then another.”
But she’d be there. I knew she would.