How about both? We could get takeout and eat on the beach. The weather’s supposed to be perfect today.
I smiled. The idea of her barefoot in the sand, wind in her hair, felt like something out of a dream. Just the two of us—no servers hovering, no diners eavesdropping, no noise to drown out her laugh.
Vance
I love that idea. Want me to pick something up? I make a mean picnic.
Lila
A sommelier who packs picnics? I think Mia was right about you.
Vance
I’m afraid to ask what that means.
Lila
She said you and I were ninety-eight percent compatible, according to some algorithm Robbie made.
Vance
Only ninety-eight percent? What’s the other two percent?
Lila
I’ll let you know when I figure it out.
Vance
Who’s Robbie?
Lila
Remember my group of friends I told you about? Robbie is Esme’s son.
Vance
Right—the genius kid.
Lila
That’s him. Good memory.
Vance
I’ll see you tonight. Want me to pick you up? 6:30?
Lila
Perfect. Are you up for meeting Mia? She’ll be here at the house if you pick me up.
Vance
If you’re okay with it, I’d love to meet her.
Lila
She’s dying to meet you. I should go. I’ll see you this evening.
