“You want to talk about it?”
“Only if you want to die of boredom. And anyway, I have a conference call in a few minutes. I mainly dropped by to see if you’re doing anything for lunch. I’m dying for some sushi and good company now that I’m back in the saddle.”
“Sounds great.”
Jill adjusted the sleeve of her blouse. “I may be reading this wrong, but I take it that you’re not still mad at me.”
“Why would I be mad at you?”
“Maybe because I ambushed you with the worst blind date in history?”
“Oh, yeah,” Maria said, surprised that she’d nearly forgotten. “That.”
“I’m so sorry,” Jill said. “You can’t imagine how bad I felt all week, especially since I didn’t have the chance to talk to you about it.”
“We talked, remember? And you apologized.”
“Not enough.”
“It’s okay. And actually, it ended up turning out fine.”
“I can’t imagine how.”
“I met someone.”
A couple of beats passed before the answer came to her. “You’re not talking about the guy who changed your tire? The one who was bruised and bleeding and scared you half to death?”
“That’s the one.”
“How’s that even possible?”
“It’s kind of hard to explain.”
Jill smirked. “Uh-oh.”
“What?”
“You’re smiling again.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, you are. And part of me wants to cancel the conference call and just pull up a chair.”
“I can’t. Barney and I are meeting a client in a few minutes.”
“But we’re definitely on for lunch, right? And you’ll fill me in then?”
“Without a doubt.”
Ten minutes later, Serena called on her cell phone. When Maria saw who was on the line, she felt a sudden jolt of concern. Serena never called before ten a.m. Half the time, she wasn’t even awake by ten.
“Serena? Are you okay?”
“Where is it?”
“Where’s what?”
“The photo of Colin. It wasn’t in my e-mail or text.”
Maria blinked. “You’re calling me at work, during work hours, about a photo?”
“I wouldn’t have had to if you’d already sent it. Did it go okay? Tell me you didn’t already run him off.”
“No. As a matter of fact, we’re going out Saturday night.”
“Okay,” Serena said. “The post won’t have as much impact without a photo, though. Of course, I guess I could just use one of you from when you were a kid or whatever if you’re not going to send it…”
“Good-bye, Serena.”
She hung up the phone, only to reach for her cell phone a few minutes later, more out of morbid curiosity than anything.
And there, on Instagram, was her photo. From when she was in middle school. Braces. Acne. Glasses. Gawky. The worst school photo in the history of school photos. “Try not to be jealous, guys, but my sister Maria has a date this Saturday night!”
Maria closed her eyes. She was going to have to kill her sister. No question about it.
But she had to admit, Serena was kind of funny.
Over a plate of assorted sushi and sashimi a couple of hours later, Maria filled Jill in on much of what had happened with Colin, the story sounding unbelievable even to her.
“Wow,” Jill breathed.
“Do you think I’m crazy? Considering his past?”
“Who am I to judge? Look at the blind date we set up. On something as out of the box as this, your best bet is to just keep following your instincts.”
“What if my instincts are wrong?”
“Then at the very least, you got your tire changed. And had a nice date, which I’m hoping will get me totally off the hook for that double-date fiasco.”
Maria smiled. “So the depositions were boring?”