“Hey.” June snapped her fingers. Annika blinked and looked up at her. “What’re you thinking about? You look like Eeyore after his dog got run over.”

Annika forced a smile. “Nothing! I’m just … musing about dating and stuff. That’s all.”

June narrowed her eyes, not one to be fooled so easily. “Mm hmm…”

Annika set her tweezers down and pursed her lips, unable to keep the secret any longer. “Something happened on Thursday night.”

June took a sip of her coffee, biding her time. She knew Annika well enough to know when to push and when to wait.

“With Hudson. After the rooftop party.” Annika took a deep breath, placed her hands flat on the coffee table, and said in a rush, “He told me he couldn’t stop thinking about Vegas and I told him I’ve been thinking about it, too, and then I got caught up in the moment and tried to kiss him and he physically held me off and rejected me. Oh, and I don’t think he stole the app idea after all.”

June set her mug down slowly. “Whoa. That is a lot of information.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sort of a Dumpster fire.”

“So he thinks about you.”

“Yeah.”

“And you think about him.”

Annika winced. “… Yeah.”

“And you tried to kiss him, but he said no?” June frowned. “Why?”

Annika leaned against the couch and groaned. “He said it was because I’d had a lot to drink and he wanted me to be clear-headed when he kissed me, but I don’t know. That was probably just an excuse. Right?”

June shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, I saw the way he was stealin’ looks at you that night. I don’t think there was any part of him that didn’t want to kiss you.” She paused and leaned forward. “Is there any chance he’s just … a gentleman?”

Annika scoffed. “The creator of Break Up, a gentleman? I don’t think so.”

June sat back. “But you don’t think he stole the idea for Make Up and turned it into Break Up.”

“No. He seemed pretty genuine about that. I’m not sure why he came up with Break Up, but…” She trailed off and shrugged, picking up her tweezers again.

There was silence, apart from Meg Ryan’s character talking to that fiancé everyone knew was no good for her.

“But you don’t want to date him,” June said casually, as if the answer didn’t matter to her one way or another.

“No!” Annika looked up at her. “June, me and Hudson? Can you really see it? It wouldn’t work on any level. Our philosophies on life and doing the right thing are so diametrically opposed that the universe would combust if we dated.”