Juliet nodded, a strand of her blonde hair falling in her face. She reached up and tucked it into the messy bun on her head, her blue eyes studying me.
“Well, just have fun with him then.”
“Oh, I plan to.” I smirked.
She giggled and shushed me as our server approached with our tray of food. We thanked her and began eating from the platters, not bothering to divvy it up onto our individual plates. I popped a blueberry in my mouth and looked at Juliet thoughtfully.
“While it’s pretty hot having sex with a guy you hate a little, I sort of thought I would be settling down by now…”
“Marriage? Kids? White picket fence?”
“Marriage. Kids. Upper East Side apartment.” I nodded, digging my fork into the fluffy pancake.
“Well, maybe Chandler is your Mr. Right Now. At least until you find Mr. Forever.” She took a bite of bacon, pointing it at me. “But don’t get the two confused.”
“I don’t plan on it,” I said. “Chandler isjustsex.”
“Goodsex.” She corrected me, still pointing the bacon at me.
I waved her away. “Will you get that bacon out of my face?” I laughed.
She grinned at me before finishing it in two bites.
“So, when are you going to…you know…” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
“I don’t know. I keep thinking it might happen and then it doesn’t. It’s stupid really. Do I think he’s just going to shut his office door and push me over his desk with the whole office there?”
“I don’t know…you did screw in a museum…”
“Juliet!” I said, my voice rising and my cheeks turning red.
“What? It’s true!”
I shook my head. “I keep waiting for him to make a move or suggest it.”
“Why wait?” she asked. “Why don’tyoumake the move?”
“Won’t that look a little desperate?”
“Who cares? You two are just having fun. There don’t have to be games. You can just call him up and say ‘let’s have sex.’ That’s the beauty of it.”
I chewed on my cheek, thinking about what she was saying. I had always been straightforward with Chandler. Okay, I was a straight-up bitch, but clearly he saw something he liked. Maybe I was being too meek. I sure as hell wasn’t being myself.
“You’re right.” I nodded. “I’ll text him after brunch.”
“Hell yeah, girl.”
“After I order another mimosa.” I raised my hand and signaled for our server, ordering another round. I would need the liquid courage to be so forward.
As Juliet and I walked outside into the early afternoon sun, we linked our arms together and began our walk back to the apartment. It felt like we were in high school again. I leaned my head against her shoulder, the summer sun at our backs.
“I’m so glad you’re back in my life,” I said, giving her arm a squeeze.
“Honestly, what would you do without me?” She smirked.
“I have no clue.”
We spent the rest of the walk home coming up with ideas on what I should text Chandler. I didn’t want to be too forward, but I did want to find a way to see him. I wasn’t tipsy enough to send the few vulgar suggestions Juliet provided in her buzzed state. Finally, we decided I would text him something about work.
