She bites her lip. Robert is the sort of man who can only be teased so far before things become deadly serious for him. Not that Midge wasn’t intending to deliver, but he’s ready to take her up on it right now.

She weighs the two options. While Midge can be stubborn as a mule, she doesn’t think she could actually drag him anywhere — though she hopes he’d come along willingly. She signals her choice of option one by giving him a little smile and taking off her ear protectors and putting them on the table. After closing up the thermos of tea, she takes her purse and heads off to the car, pausing only once to glance over her shoulder at him.

Not that she really needs to worry that he won’t follow her.