She was in two minds about showing up.
She wasn’t at all sure about her date. She’d been told that he was nice, but a bit odd. Anyway, he was right on time when they met. He was very polite. The restaurant he chose was quite classy and the food was great.
They were finishing with coffees when he unexpectedly blurted it out. “What do you know about what happened in Istanbul last night.”
She was intrigued. She said, “Nothing! Why? What happened?”
“I have absolutely no idea,” he said, taking another sip of his coffee.
“You don’t?”
He shrugged. “No. That’s why I asked. You might have known something.”
She finished her coffee and looked forward to leaving. It seemed an age before she was waving goodbye getting on the bus.
She can’t say she wasn’t warned.