"You look great, gorgeous, fantastic," he said.  "Oh, no, really, I don't" she said, casting her eyes downward, eyelashes a flutter. Gently rearranging the curl that had fallen into her line of vision, was she pantomiming the ultimate female flirt maneuver?

Actually not.

She was, in fact, quickly scanning the latest computer software she had downloaded. Not remembering the name of her newest app, "Liar Liar Pants on Fire" while seemingly very pedestrian, nonetheless popped into her head. 

Imagine it.

No shifty eyes giving one away.     

"I'll call. Had a great time. Let's do this again." 

"It's a very very safe investment."

"Don't you age?"

Sweetly murmured sentiments. Terms of endearment. Heartfelt.

And in the palm of your hand, with a flick of your finger you ask your fantastic iphone 4, "is this all true," and it coos softly back to you "not a word of it."