Let's see who's afraid

It was a splendidly sunny Saturday. 

Despite her insistence on avoiding chance encounters, Sophie still bumped into Sam. 

She felt a surge of embarrassment, almost tempted to turn around and leave, but she quickly regained her composure. Why should she leave? She had done nothing wrong!

She couldn't help but suspect, "You weren't waiting here for me on purpose, were you?"

Sam, with a smile, showed her his phone, displaying a message he had just sent to Isabella: [Just arrived at the station, waiting for the bus.] The timestamp was three minutes earlier. 

It was evident Sam wasn't waiting for her specifically.

"Can we stop with the wild accusations now?" Sam pocketed his phone, observing Sophie's cheeks turn a shade redder, unsure if it was the sun's doing or a rare moment of embarrassment. 

"I was just making a casual comment. Why take it so seriously?"