“Let me guess—you’re the girl that writes up the fashions, eh?” said the man in the Fox and Hounds.
“No,” said Sarah Jane, “actually I mainly work on stories with a science angle.” And I haven’t been a “girl” for fifteen years.
“Oh, a clever one! I like the brainy type.”
Sarah looked, not too surreptitiously, to see if the friends she was meeting had arrived.
“Want to get a drink with me tonight?” he said.
“I can’t,” she replied. “I have to charge my dog,” and walked away.
“The lies some people do tell,” he said aloud. Incorrectly.