For a moment she was speechless, not quite able to make her thoughts translate into proper words. She wasn't sure what her relationship status had to do with a dinner invitation, and there didn't seem to be any undercurrent to James's question - except it was more stated than asked. Did she think-- But she wasn't--
Hannah gave up trying to formulate a coherent sentence and instead gave in. It would be rude to refuse, and besides, she'd been feeling like a bit of a recluse lately. "Okay," she agreed. "Saturday it is."