He burst in through the front door and looked around fervently. She was lying on the couch by the fireplace reading another one of her boring books. He quickly went up to her and stood there, panting.
"Are you coming?"
She looked up, startled. "What? Where?"
"Come on. I need to show you something," he said impatiently.
"But what?" She still looked on suspicious.
He wasted no more time and went over to her, grabbed her book and placed it on the side table, pulled her hand and started for the door.
"Okay, okay. I'm coming!"
