Molly wasn’t liking where this was going…
“I’m not a matchmaker.” Molly had this conversation often with Agnes. She watched her dating videos, but she still didn’t quite understand that Molly gave tips. She didn’t set people up.
“Tell that to every first date you’ve had for the past three years.” Agnes swirled another French fry.
Fair point to Agnes. But… “What do you know about my first dates?” Molly hadn’t exactly shared that information with anyone but Rachel.
“I have eyes, sweet girl. I see you pairing your dates up with anyone who might work.” Agnes waggled her finger.
Molly sighed, since she couldn’t exactly argue the point.
Given that it was true, and all.
“I was saying,” she continued. “The contest is sponsored by that radio station that has the stallion mascot.”
“I know the one.” Mostly 90s pop music with a dash of the 2000s, too, because you can’t have a pop station without two full decades of Queen Britney.
“I know.” Agnes smirked. “You’re the one who started me on it.”
Molly nodded. That was ages ago. These days she didn’t really listen to the radio anymore, not when she could stream whatever she wanted straight from her phone. So while this was news to her, it wasn’t an offer of cash. So she heard her out.
“Contest has prize money.” Agnes wiggled her eyebrows. If Molly knew one thing for certain, it was that sweepstakes did not a good investment plan make. Her heart sank. But she rallied her internal excitement for Agnes’s benefit. “That could be fun, but it isn’t a sure deal.”
Also, the whole not-a-matchmaker part of it.
“They’re hosting it on YouTube,” Agnes said with wide eyes and a look like this was the thing that would make it pay out for Molly. “They’re doing that thing you do with your show but with the radio shows. So you can see the DJ while they are on air.”
“They’re streaming the shows on YouTube now?” Molly asked. That was a good idea, actually.
“Mmm-hmm.” Agnes nodded.
“Still…” Molly would let her down gently.
“You’re the princess of YouTube.” Agnes did a little sit-down dance. “And you match people all the time.” She held up her finger. “I know you say you don’t, but I’ve got two eyes that still work most of the time. You’re a natural with helping lost souls find their missing half.”
“Okay.” Molly would humor her for a moment. Only a moment. “Let’s say that I agreed to do this contest. Who would I match?”
Agnes gave her a look like Molly was missing the entire point of the conversation. “Me.”
Molly lifted the back of her hand to push up her jaw dramatically. “You?”
“With Charlie.”
Charlie being Mr. Grumpy Pants Davenport.
“You and Mr. Davenport.” Molly should just press her hand against the bottom of her chin for a while to hold it up, since she had a feeling Agnes had only begun her festival of shock and awe.
“We’re both single. Both on the prowl.”
Whoa. Agnes had never prowled her way anywhere. Molly held up her one-moment fingertip. “Give me a second to digest this.”
“You have precisely ten seconds before we need to skedaddle on our action plan.”
“Agnes…”
“Oh, no.” Agnes shook her head. “Don’t Agnes me. I’ve got a situation where everyone wins. You want that prize money. I want Charlie. Win-win.”
Okay, well, but… “Why don’t you just talk to him?”
