She'd said yes! Terry's throat went dry, and he swallowed hard, trying to find his voice so that he could reply. "Yeah, sure! I need to pay for my shirt, too." Looking down at said shirt, he realized he'd had a death-grip on it and it was fairly wrinkled now. But who cared? He was having tea with Mandy!
"I'll meet you up front?" he suggested, already moving toward the registers.