Lill: So you’re going out tonight?
Jill: Yep, and it’s going to be hot – my date’s a personal trainer.
Lill: Oh really?
Jill: Yep, he’s promised I’ll be sweating and panting before the end of the night.
Lill: Erm…you’re sure it’s dinner and not a workout right?
Jill: *Snigger* Oh I’m sure he’s planning a workout of some kind *wink* – see you later.
*Jill arrives home*
Lill: How did it go?
Jill: *Limping* Ugh, bloody nightmare.
Jill: Asshole actually made me run for my dinner.
Lill: At least you wore flats.