What if this could actually work? What if he’s the one?
Jill
What if he’s the one?
Cora
What if you’re throwing away the best thing that could ever happen to you because you’re afraid?
What if I fly to Chicago and he laughs in my face?
Riley
Then we drink tequila and burn his building down.
Jill
RILEY NO
Riley
RILEY YES
Cora
Ignore the arsonist. But seriously. Won’t you always wonder if you don’t try?
She’s right. They’re all right. I stare at Seattle, the perfect little flakes now settled at the bottom of the globe. I need to fix this—call him, texthim, something.
But what if it’s too late? What if he’s moved on? What if he’s realized I was right, and he’s better off without me?
Cora
Stop overthinking and do something, Monroe.
Riley
The boy bought you snow globes. That’s like the international sign for “I’m stupidly in love with you despite your prickly personality.”
Jill
You fly planes for a living. You can handle one conversation with a hot businessman.
One text. One call. One chance to undo the damage.
You’re right. I hate that you’re right, but you’re right.
Cora
First step of recovery is admitting you have a problem.
Riley
The second step is fixing said problem with grand gestures.
Jill
Or just, you know, honest communication. But sure. Grand gestures work too.