Harvie: Will you be at Paulo's tonight?
Fran: I don't think so.
Harvie: Why? :-(
Fran: I don't feel good.
Harvie: What's the matter?
Fran: Nothing serious. I just feel it in my bones that flu is coming.
Harvie: Perhaps it's just a cold.
Fran: Perhaps.
Harvie: So?
Fran: No, Harvie. It's really kind of you, but tonight I'd rather be home, drink hot tea and hit the sack early.
Harvie: Ok. No pressure.
Fran: ok
Harvie: I hope you'll get better over the weekend.
Fran: That is my plan. Though the weekend itself is not going to be nice.
Harvie: Home, hot tea, bed... sounds nice :-p
Fran: Shut up!
Harvie: Let me know if you need anything.
Fran: Sure, and you'll get yourself some wings and deliver everything double quick on your way home from Paulo's.
Harvie: Tonight may be difficult. You're right. I meant tomorrow or Sunday.
Fran: Well... I might need something tomorrow... :-)
Harvie: Just call me.
Fran: Thanks. Enjoy yourself tonight! 
Harvie: It won't be same without you there!
Fran: Not the same, of course not :-p
Harvie: Remember - call me!
Fran: Ok. Bye.
Fran is slightly ill and won't be going with Harvie to Paulo's tonight. Fran will stay at home during the weekend.