I laugh. “Why does it always come back to blowies with you? And no, most definitely not. I didn’t really used to work in a nursery.”
“You didn’t?” She frowns.
“No.” I watch her for a moment, pondering how much I should elaborate. Damn it, I should just tell her everything—lay it all out on the table.
“I just wanted a stress-free job for a while.”
“Oh… okay.”
I exhale as I brace myself for her reaction. “You know how I told you that I recently broke up with my boyfriend before I moved to London?”
“Yes.”
“Well…” Oh, how do I say this? “I recently ran into him again and we realised that there was still something there between us.”
“Obviously, if you got back with him.”
“And now it’s really awkward because, well, I don’t want to upset you.”
“Why would you upset me?”
“Because I ran into my ex-boyfriend when I was with you.”
She frowns in confusion. “When?”
“He was your date on our double date. His name is Spencer Jones.”
Her mouth falls open. “Fuck… off,” she whispers.
I cringe. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you and that’s why Spencer left early that night. He was horrified.”
“What?”
“I didn’t know how to tell you at first. It was all so weird, and then I spent the weekend with him, and he sent me those flowers yesterday. The thing is, I really like you and I can’t lie to you anymore,” I blurt out in a rush.
She shakes her head and exhales heavily. “And what is your real job?”
“I’m a law
yer,” I whisper in embarrassment.
“Of course you fucking are.” She leans back in her chair and hangs her head over the back. “So, let me get this straight. You’re smart and you’re going out with my dream guy?”
I shrug. What else can I do?
“Hmm.” She turns back to her computer.
“What does hmm mean?” I ask as I watch her.
“You can’t carry a surfboard with your snatch like me, though, can you?” She raises her eyebrow sarcastically. “I bet you Spencer doesn’t know that.”
I giggle. “What? You can’t do that.”
“I could if I wanted to. If it’s on my Tinder profile, it must be true.”
We both burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry for lying to you. I just didn’t want to upset you.” I reach over and take her hand. “Are you angry with me? You have to imagine my horror when I realised who your date was.”