“I… Who?”
“Luke and Lorelai.”
“Wait, are you just listing TV couples now?”
“Cory and Topanga. Joey and Pacey. Seth and Summer?—”
“Stop. I think I’ve figured out your problem. I don’t know why I didn’t figure it out earlier. All this Hollywood storytelling has your brain warped.”
“These stories come from somewhere!” I shout.
I know I sound like a crazy, delusional woman. I also know that a Hollywood rom-com isn’t real life, but sometimes, I wish it could be.
Jess sighs, and I can tell she’s hit her limit with me. She’s the best friend anyone could have, but she also shuts shit down when it goes off the rails and she’s made her point. Now I’m just annoying her and wasting her time.
“I love you, sweetie. You don’t have to decide anything today, but maybe don’t shut the door on anything just yet, either. I gotta run, but drinks later?”
“Yeah, I’ll text you later. Love you.”
“Love you, babe.”
I hang up and replay the night in my head. When I think back to our conversation and that kiss, I can’t help the smile that creeps onto my face. It’s the blonde woman putting her lips on him that sends me into a rage.
I shake the memory from my head and wake up my computer to work. Then I see an email from Wyatt.
TO: Blair Bennett
FROM: Wyatt Bradford
Subj: Second chance?
Hi,
Was hoping I could get a do-over of the ending of our date last night. Can I take you to the Dodgers game tonight?
Please say yes,
Wyatt
I lean back and put my hands over my face because I’m terrified of what this could do to my heart, but I want to see him again. The idea of holding hands with him as we walk through the stadium sets off butterflies in my stomach. I hate how my mind is fighting my heart for the rights to my feelings.
TO: Wyatt Bradford
FROM: Blair Bennett
Subj: RE: Second chance?
I’m only saying yes to the baseball game. All the rest is TBD.
Pick me up at my house.
Cautiously,
Blair
His reply is immediate.
TO: Blair Bennett
