"A few more..."  I think I started to get what she was saying, and turned a little red myself.  "...yeah.  Don't let me keep you any longer.  Uhm.  Will you be sending someone to get me?  Or should I expect to start having to learn the city streets and how to get to the coffee house myself?  Not that I mind at that, I can't very well live here and expect not to learn at least some of the place..."  There was...at least, I thought there was, another meaning under what Ingress had been saying to this point, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to say it out loud.  Mostly because no matter which of three outcomes I pictured, they all...to elaborate.<br/><br/>Outcome A: I was right about what Ingress was saying, and Ingress was right about what she was thinking.  That would put us face to face with the answer to a certain question I had already asked.<br/><br/>Outcome B: I was wrong about what Ingress was saying, and Ingress was right about what she was thinking.  I would be thinking one thing, and her another, with the potential for embarrassment for us both.<br/><br/>Outcome C: I was right about what Ingress was saying, but Ingress was wrong about what she was thinking.  We would be embarrassed, but for reasons that turned out to be, shall we say, not realized.