"Okay, spill. What’s going on with you and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Complicated?"
Annie’s voice echoed through the speaker, sharp and playful, just as I remembered it. I leaned back in my chair, a soft smile tugging at my lips as I looked out of the large window of my apartment. London’s skyline stretched in front of me, but in that moment, I felt like I was back in New York, sitting across from Annie with coffee cups in hand.
"Annie," I groaned, shaking my head though she couldn’t see me. "It’s not that simple."
"It’s *always* that simple. You’re either into him, or you’re not." I could hear the clinking of dishes in the background. She was probably in her kitchen, multitasking, as usual. "And I don’t need to be in the same country to know that you’re definitely into him."
I sighed, twist
