Setting: A fancy restaurant in the city. The woman arrives late, looking slightly flustered.

Woman: (breathless) Hi, sorry I'm late. Traffic was terrible.

Internal Monologue: Oh God, I hope he doesn't notice how nervous I am. I need to keep it together and not let my secret slip.
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