She nods, still chuckling. “I got sent the link, and I thought I’d fill it out as a joke before sending it to Bess. It accidentally submitted instead.”
“Ouch.” I glance back at the sheet. “You know, we have a surprising number of similarities.”
“Really?”
I pull off my sheet and hand it over. “Have a look.”
She reads my answers, laughing at my nonsense. “Youreallydid put down llamas.”
I shrug, grinning at her amusement. “They’re adorable and sassy. What’s not to like?”
Kind of like you.
“Your perfect date is baseball, a movie, and lots of food?” She glances up, giving me her famous eyebrow lift. “That’s a long date.”
“Baseball to judge smack-talk, a movie because I could never date a screen-talker, and food because I want the conversation but also want someone who actually eats—salad pickers aren’t for me.”
Molly grins. “A screen-talker?”
“You know, those people who talk in a movie.” I clutch at my chest, putting on a high-pitched voice. “’Oh no! Don’t go in there! Stop! Stop!’”
She shakes her head, handing back my sheet. “We’re ill-suited then. I’m a total screamer.”
“That’s what she said.” I wink.
Fuck. Definitely catching.
Molly groans. “Damn, I walked right into that.”
“You really did.” I lean forward, smirking. “But seriously, I can get over the talking in a movie. I mean, I’ve put up with your brother.”
“Ugh, he really is the worst. The. Worst. At least I only do it occasionally. It’s like Sam thinks he’s another character.”
“Makes it easy when we need to do director commentary—I just sit him in a room and press record.”
She laughs, her head tossing back, hair flying. I watch her breasts bounce, and my cock immediately stirs.
Ahlemna, I’m going to hell.
I shift in my chair, trying to focus on her smile instead. It’s her “joy” smile—the one she only gives out when she’s actually happy.
Fuck. I’m a useless sap. Maybe I really am romance crazy.
“Who’s your top pick of the night?” I ask.
Her face falls, lips twisting into a grimace. “You.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” I keep my tone light, fighting the urge to fist-bump the air in triumph.
She laughs, but it sounds exasperated. “Do you know how hard it is to find love?”
“If this were a movie, that could be your tagline.” I lift my hands, pretending to show a movie title. “’In the greatest city in the world, love shouldn’t be this hard to find.’”
“This would be one of those movies where I have to move to the country or something, right?”
“Christmas is only five months away. And if you miss that boat, I’m sure you could easily pull off an Easter miracle.”
“Is that a sub-genre of movies I’ve somehow missed?”
