“Okay.” Yaz situates herself on the couch, handing me one of the plastic wineglasses. She unscrews the top of the eight-dollar wine bottle—and pours some into my glass.

“But what about that other guy?” she asks.

“Hmmm?” I pick up my wine to take a sip.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean.” She stares me down. “I’ve proofread too many of your texts to Robbie to think no feelings are there.”

“I don’t know.” I sigh. “Anything there is definitely one-sided.” I swirl my pink wine, watching tiny bubbles form and thinking about what a fool I made of myself when I got high. About Robbie’s clear disinterest. “I can’t spend my whole life in unrequited love. Waiting for the perfect boy. I have to give a chance to the one who actually wants me.”

“I guess so.” She rests her head on the couch. “I just like Robbie. He seems really sweet from the screenshots you’ve sent me.”

He is. But that also doesn’t matter. His texts are kind and funny. But they are friendly. And nothing more.

I frown. “Can we focus on what’s real for once?” I ask.

“Sure.” She sips her wine.

“Where do I start?” Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I don’t know how to girl-talk about anything but boy band fan fic.

“What happened after the kiss?” she asks.

“Well...” I take a sip of wine to stall. “I was kind of nervous and awkward—I wanted to kiss him again but didn’t want to invite him upstairs, because I wasn’t sure if that was, like, bad to do...”

She rolls her eyes.

“So I kind of just came back here. And I guess he went back to his dorm.”

“Dude.” Yaz shakes her head before taking a long sip of her wine. “Tell me you at least kissed him goodbye.”

“Yes.” I look down at my glass. “On the cheek.”

“Oh no.” She shakes her head. “You ruined it, didn’t you? Had a chance with a future Bachelor contestant, and you ruined it.”

“I did not ruin it,” I say. “And he would never go on The Bachelor, c’mon.”

“True.” She considers this. “Probably Millionaire Matchmaker.”

“How many of these shows do you watch?” I narrow my eyes at her. “Are you watching without me?”

“We’re not talking about that.” She brushes me off. “We’re talking about how you ruined everything.”

I roll my eyes. “I didn’t ruin it. That night, he texted me. Even sent a kiss emoji.”

“Oooooh.” She holds her glass close to her chest. “Things are heating up.”

I ignore her mocking tone. “And then on Tuesday we went on a coffee date.”

“Oh, very nice.” She raises an eyebrow.