“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you say. “My phone died.” As you say this, you reach into your purse, hold down the power button to your phone so it won’t buzz later and give you away.
“That sucks!” she says. “Okay, I can look up an alternative. Gimme a sec.” She pulls out her own phone, and you marvel at the deftness with which she navigates through it, fingers flying. “Okay, there’s a sushi restaurant I’ve heard good things about that’s a five minute drive away. Why don’t you follow me in your car, since you can’t get directions? Where did you park?”