“Yeah, Joshy is special,” she says. “He can be…a lot. But he’s one of my best friends. And without a doubt, the best guy I know.”
“That’s really sweet,” I say.
“So.” She puts her cup back on the table. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
She asked. She asked. She asked! My overactive mind shouts.
Don’t overthink it, I admonish myself.
“No,” I reply, hoping that I sound more casual than I feel. “You?”
“Nope.” She runs a hand through her hair. “I’ve been single since I finished law school.”
I want to ask her if she’s looking to change that, but I’m too timid. Single since law school? I do the math in my head—she was two years ahead of Josh, so she’d have to have graduated at least three and a half years ago. Maybe she’s not looking for anything serious, or worse, cut from the same cloth as La
