Page 14 of Charming my Best Friend

“And I wasn’t dressed for a pleasant walk of shame.”

“You mean uber of shame.”

“Whatever.”

She set her drink down on the coffee table, plopped on the couch, and reached down to start undoing her shoes which looked so complicated I was surprised she didn’t ask for help.

“What are you watching?” she asked.

“I’ll give you one guess.”

“High Fidelity?”

“Bingo,” I said.

“Did I miss the bit about the Monday tape?”

“Unfortunately.”

“What about when he’s sorting his record collection autobiographically?”

“Yep.”

“Damn. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“You’d have to get a record collection first.”

She rolled her eyes. “Minor detail. So we’ve missed all my favorite parts?”

“Pretty much.”

She leaned forward for her drink. “But not yours I take it?”

I shook my head.

“How soon is it?”

“It’s the next scene.”

“Oh,” she said, slouching into the cushions. “I’ll shut up then.”

I smiled and hit play.

We both watched the proposal scene in silence together for what must have been the hundredth time, pursing our lips as the day drinking John Cusack asks his ex-girlfriend to marry him because he’s sick of fantasizing about other women, because she’s the only thing he doesn’t seem to get sick of.

And the whole time he was talking my heart was in my throat, and I couldn’t help but feel for the guy’s sad reach at romance.

When the painful scene ended, I realized Fiona was staring at me. “What?”

“Nothing.”

I lifted the remote and hit pause, turning towards her. “Can I ask you something?”

She swirled her drink so the ice clinked against the glass. “Anything.”

“If I knew your boyfriend was cheating on you, would you want me to tell you?”

“Are you the person he’s cheating on me with?”

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