Unlike me, Kate is super confident around men. I suppose when you’re thirty-two and look like a supermodel it always helps. She eats up men like she does her litigation cases and takes no prisoners. She’s had a few short-term boyfriends but nothing serious. Honestly, I wish I could be more like her, but I don’t know how I could have a casual thing with someone.
“Yeah well, I’m still waiting for Tom Hardy to sweep me off my feet,” I joke.
Kate looks off dreamily as she takes another sip of coffee. “Damn, he is fine, gorgeous, talented, rich, and famous…”
“And lives in the UK,” I finish.
“Maybe you made the wrong decision staying here after all.”
I click on Tom Hardy’s profile, unabashedly stalking him.
“Kate, your three o’clock is here,” someone announces from behind us, and I quickly close our swooning session.
“Catch you in a bit, babe.” Kate takes off, her fitted black suit and patent heels turning heads as she goes.
It’s gone eight when I finally get home. I managed to squeeze in a quick yoga class after work. But now, my sofa is calling me, along with ice cream and Ed Sheeran.
My eyes are drifting closed when my phone pings with a text.
Jack
Mum, some of the boys want to go to Vancouver for my eighteenth. Is that okay with you?
Me
Is this with Will, Dan, and Max?
Yeah, Garrett too.
Ah, well that means there will be girls.
And will there be girls?
Hopefully.
Jack Thompson!
I dunno, maybe, why does that matter?
Just be safe, you know what I'm saying...
So that's a yes?
He's not your baby anymore, Felicity.
Yes. But we need to meet up soon, so I can give you your present. I think you'll like this one this year.
Okay. But can we skip the Batman socks this time?
Trust me, I'm about to become your new favorite person.
Unlikely, unless you play for the Scorpions.
I smile to myself, smug mode well and truly activated.
CHAPTER THREE
FELICITY