Worse. They’re trying to set me up with my mamá’s friend’s nephew who just moved back to New York. Of course he’s handsome, rich, and comes from a good Greek family. Blah, blah, blah.
Seriously. Save me.
Hey, I tried. Bet you wish you were at this charity with me now, don’t you? You’d be two drinks in. Laughing. Having a great time with your good-looking friend, Matt. Karma sucks.
Jordan
Yeah, okay. Rub it in.
I chuckle under my breath.
Jordan
Wait, why are you texting me? Where’s your date?
Came solo.
Jordan
That’s what she said.
My grin grows wider.
Good one. So... this nephew. Did you see a pic? On a scale of 1 to Greek God, how worried should I be?
My thumb hovers. My chest tightens.God, I’ve missed her.Missed this.
Jordan
You? Worried? Please.
Just wondering if I’m about to lose my friend to some Greek guy.
Jordan
You’re ridiculous.
Am I? Wouldn’t be the first time.
The text bubbles appear and then disappear.Shit.I feel the words land wrong—too much—so I backpedal.
Sorry. I’m a dick. Forget I said that. You gonna go? You could always say no.
Jordan
And disappoint Yiayiá? (clutches pearls.)
I laugh and call her.
It rings twice. “Why are you calling me when you’re supposed to be mingling?” Her voice is light, teasing, and it makes everything else disappear. “That’s not very philanthropical of you.”
I chuckle. “It’s not. I donated, though. That counts, right?”
She laughs softly. “That always counts.”
The line goes silent for a beat. I ask, “How you holding up? Need me to kick some Yiayiá ass?”
She snorts. “It’s fine. Same old.”
