“Ouch,” Lola said with a grimace. “But seriously, how can he be so attractive and also so awkward? He was such a dick.”

“He’s shy? Or he was just as nervous as I was?” I guessed. “Or maybe he was raised in a fancy mansion by wolves.”

“Bingo,” Cleo declared with a wave of her finger. “They did say his parents were on a cruise. Seems like a cover-up.”

“In his defense, I did make a very dumb sex joke and then spilled coffee all over myself,” I said as I sat up and straightened out my dress. “It’s not like I brought my A game to our fake coffee date.”

“Well, luckily you never have to see him again,” Cleo said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

I felt a strange twinge of disappointment as she said this but brushed it off quickly. “Thank god,” I said with a groan. “Because my track record with the guy is terrible.”

Lola bent over the table and smeared cream cheese on a sesame bagel. “You did great, Fran,” she said, taking a huge bite as she walked back to the chair she’d been sitting in. “He was terrible.”

“Finish that, and then let’s go,” I begged. “And let us never speak of this morning again.”

“Oh, we’re gonna speak about it again,” Cleo said with a laugh. “Like, every day for the rest of your life.”

“We are. Sorry.” Lola nodded with an exaggerated apologetic bob of her head. “I am literally going to bring it up every chance I get.” She stood a bit taller, puffing out her chest, pretending to chat with a stranger. “What was that? You love watching New York News? Have I told you about the time some dumb guy told my amazing friend she wasn’t his type on their morning show?”

“You’re hilarious,” I deadpanned back.

Cleo stood up and leaned over me, planting a kiss on the top of my head. “You’re definitely our type, though.”

“Like, you’re my type exactly,” Lola chimed in reassuringly. “And, hey, you didn’t have a booger on your face this time. That’s definitely an improvement.”

“I told you, it wasn’t a booger!” I said with a laugh. “It was a crumb.”

I rose from the couch, grabbing my purse and throwing it over my shoulder. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Lola snaked her arm through mine. “Time to toast Franny Doyle Design!”

Cleo grabbed another bagel from the table and tossed it in her tote bag. “Smart,” I said, unlocking from Lola for a second to do the same.