Page 54 of Famous Last Words
Robbie: Nah, you’re okay. I mean, it’s nothing on the shit you were telling me the night in my hotel room.
I stare at his message, reading it at least a few times while trying to rack my brain. But that night is nothing more than a distant blur ofTheMighty Ducks, truffle pizza, and almost-kiss gate.Oh God. What the hell did I tell him?
Me: What did I say?
Robbie: You seriously don’t remember??
My stomach twists at the thought.
Me: Clearly not, or I wouldn’t be asking!
Robbie: Trust me, you don’t wanna know ??
Me: I don’t like you very much right now.
Robbie: Maybe you’d like me more if I pulled your hair. Or spanked you. Or choked you. You dirty little slut…
I scream. Actually scream, and I throw my blanket over my head and all but cry.
I amneverdrinking again.
Me: Okay, so I guess I’m moving to another country, changing my name, dying my hair. It was nice knowing you.
Robbie: Don’t worry, your kinky little secrets are safe with me ??
Me: So, anyway… Escrow closes tomorrow. Are you excited to get the keys?
Robbie: Smooth transition there, Keller. But yes. I am excited. My first house. Well… apartment.
My brows knit together.
Me: Your first?
Robbie: Yeah.
Me: You didn’t own a place back in St. Paul?
Robbie: Nope. Rented. Call me psychic but I had a feeling it wasn’t going to work out there.
I’m suddenly in a panic. I feel terrible. I sold Robbie his first home. Suddenly the obligatory bottle of champagne the agency gives to all buyers feels less than adequate.
Me: I wish I’d known. That’s so exciting!
Robbie: It’s just a place to live. No big deal.
Me: It’s so much more than just a place to live, Robbie. Aside from being 6 million bucks, it’s your first home. It’s a huge deal!
I rake my teeth over my bottom lip, contemplating whether or not I tell him. But then I realize he already knows so much about me already, what’s one more tidbit.
Me: This is what I love about real estate. It’s not about the selling for me, which is probably a good thing since I suck at it. But I love the thought of helping someone buy a first home. The excitement. The emotion. All of it. There’s just something about being able to help people start the next chapter of their life. It’s why I’ve stuck at it through all the shit.
Robbie: Maybe you should look at helping people to buy instead of helping people to sell. That’s a thing, right?
Me: It is. A buyer’s agent. But I don’t know. They’re always so… pushy and impersonal.
Robbie: Well, maybe that could be your niche. New York’s first buyer’s agent who actually gives a shit.
I ponder his suggestion.
