“Excuse me, but that classification is up for debate,” Kat argued. “And it’s because of what happened that I picked it. I need to reclaim one of my favorite movies as my own.”

By the time Johnny delivered the “Baby in a corner” line—looking infinitely sexier than Zach, they all agreed—Julia felt like a stuffed turkey. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this full in my life,” she groaned, rubbing her swollen belly.

“You say that every time we have sushi,” Kat reminded her, finishing off the last piece of her shrimp tempura roll.

“This time I mean it.”

“Uh-huh,” Kat and Andie said together, their tone indicating that neither of them was buying it.

“I’m serious. I don’t think I can move. You’ll have to roll me out the door like Violet Beauregarde.”

Andie poked her with a chopstick.

“Stop,” Julia warned, shoving the chopstick away. “You’re going to pop me like a big blueberry balloon.”

“Have you started taking walks like we discussed?” Andie asked.

“You discussed,” Julia grumbled.

“Hey, you’re the one who told me you wanted to improve your fitness,” Andie reminded her.

“It was a lapse in judgment. I’ve recovered my senses,” Julia said, though at this point she was teasing Andie. She’d asked her friend for help and had meant it. When she’d said her week at Notting Hill had been the most exercise she’d had in a long time, it wasn’t an exaggeration.

Memories of commiserating with Luke about being out of shape flooded Julia’s mind. A silly grin tickled her lips as she thought of how endearingly self-deprecating he could be. How much he’d made her laugh. She imagined what it might be like to work on improving their fitness together. Julia could think of plenty of fun activities that would get their heart rates up.

“Hey.” Now Kat was poking her with a chopstick. “Knock it off.”

“Why are you both attacking me?” Julia jerked away from the wooden utensil of torture. “I’m literally just existing.”

“You were thinking about him.”

“I was not.”

“Yes, you were.” Andie shook her head. “I know the look. You were totally mooning over him just now.”

Julia blew out her lips dismissively. “What are you talking about?”

“Daydreaming. Woolgathering.” Kat set her plate and chopsticks aside and stared at Julia. “Mooning.”

Julia snorted. “In my day, that word meant waving your bare ass around in public.”

“Your day was the same as my day,” Kat scoffed. “And I’ve mooned more than my fair share of people from the window of an L train.”

“I remember.” Julia giggled. “We had some good times in college.”

“We did,” Kat agreed, grinning.

“Do you ever want to go back?” Julia wondered.

“To college?” Kat’s smile turned into a grimace. “Hell no.”

“Why?” Andie cocked her head, studying Julia. “Do you?”