Sibby listened in as her friends prattled on about the evening. She had deflected their questions as best she could, but this was ridiculous. It wasn't like she had some kind of secret crush on Charlie. She couldn't even stand him.
"Really, Sibby," the one girl said, forcing Sibby out of her reverie, "nobody else is around. You should fess up."
"Nothing happened," she insisted flatly. "I mean, the car broke down. He's an idiot and doesn't know the first thing about the car except how much money it cost him to buy it."
They giggled. "That wasn't our question."