“Oh that’s not a good idea,” Rose said in pragmatic tones. “If you’re looking down at your feet, you can walk right into a light pole. Trust me. I know.”
Not that she was going to relate that story. Since they were no longer waiting for a light, she didn’t have time to kill and really, she was going to be very late for her shift at the hospital. She just needed to get directions so she could be on her way.
Which is when it occurred to her that she might not have to go into the florist shop after all.
“Say, do you live around here?” she began. “Because I think I must have taken a wrong turn. I was on my way to the hospital, but I don’t recognize this street at all. Can you tell me how to get there?”