“Well, he’s serious and maybe?—”
I don’t want to say it.
“You think he’s homophobic?”
I cut my chicken breast into smaller slices. “Not consciously perhaps. I actually don’t think he’s the type to say homophobic things in the locker room. But he looks at me like he’s repulsed or afraid or?—”
Gina’s expression hardens. “That’s terrible.”
“It’s okay.” I attempt a smile. “The job is wonderful. Florian is the only negative part. It doesn’t matter.”
“Still…” She chews her bottom lip. “You know what you need?”
“What?”
“A boyfriend.”
“Like I haven’t already tried to get one.”
I don’t like being single. I’m twenty-six. It would be super cool to have someone to come home to.
“I’m tired of app dates,” I say.
“I know.” Gina’s eyes sparkle.
That is never a good sign.
“I don’t want you to set me up again.”
“I won’t,” she promises. “That didn’t go well before.”
I give her a wobbly smile.
Actually, Gina doesn’t have terrible taste in men. The last two dates she set me up with were men I would have been happy to see more of.
Unfortunately, neither of them felt the same about me.
Gina is getting a PhD in Neuroscience, and men withletters behind their name aren’t eager to date men without letters behind their name.
“I got this amazing book,” Gina says. “It’s all about manifestation.”
“That’s not a real thing, Gina.”
“It’s quantum physics. You just have to be in the right vibration and be very clear to the universe what you want.”
“Life doesn’t work that way.”
“Maybe the universe hasn’t given you a boyfriend yet because you’re telling it that you don’t deserve one.”
And then, despite all my protests, she takes out her phone and orders me a copy.
CHAPTER
FOUR
Mateo
One day before
