"Alice Crafting Escape Routes"
She's got the odd gift/curse of seeing the very accurate and detailed pictures that exist in other people's brains. The great grand-nephew of Herbert Hoover (and yes, he makes a large point of telling her this repeatedly, though she doubts very much that it's true), who she right-swiped on tinder and who is now sitting across the table from her in a bar she doesn't much care for, offers no less than four times to take her to the rustic cabin in the wilderness that his dear great grandpa supposedly used to take his fishing buddies to. (Would someone pass that rather obvious grain of salt, please?)
But imaginary-Hoover-descendant has no idea that she can see the picture in his head on him on top of her in the make-believe Hooverbed, and can can also tell that the window AC's not working and the bedsheets need washing.
She gets the pre-arranged phonecall which she can then claim was from her mom but was actually from her friend Kitty, apologizes to her date but she's just gotta get to her mom's pharmacy before it closes and thanks so much for the drink, and heads back to her car.