“Seriously. I mean, ew.”
After a few seconds, Mia’s eyes widened thoughtfully. “Actually, why don’t we?” “Why don’t we what?” “You and me. Date.” The hell? Now it was my turn to stare at her. How much did she have to drink? “You want us to date for real? Like for real, for real?” Mia chewed on her lower lip again, making it puffier and a shade pinker then her top lip. She really had to stop that or her lips were going to fall off someday. “Sort of. Just for two weeks or something. You know, give them what they want and then have the worst breakup of all time.” I don’t know if I was just desperate, but everything Mia said made sense. And it was crazy enough to work. “That’s not a bad idea.” “I know. I’m so brilliant that I surprise myself sometimes.” She smirked. “You know when this is over my mom won’t be around to fawn all over you anymore. Can your ego handle it?” “Well, you know that might be pretty hard. But finally having you out of my life will make it all worthwhile.” She rolled her eyes so far back that I could see the whites of her eyes. “You just reminded me of a million and one reasons why us being together for real is such an awful idea.” “Hey, I’m just stating the truth.” Mia stood up so quickly that the ends of her hair almost hit my face. The faint smell of her shampoo drifted over to me. Some kind of sweet fruit and flowers. Lilies? Apples? I took a deep breath but couldn’t really figure it out. Would it be weird to ask her? Probably. I climbed to my feet, too. “So we agree.” Reaching out, I grabbed two champagne glasses from a passing waiter and handed one to Mia. I held it up between us. “We’re going to date so we won’t have to date. To no more Sunday brunches.” Her eyes twinkled, and she clinked her glass against mine. “And separate dentist appointments.” As I downed the glass, I couldn’t help thinking that if this actually worked out, then I’d be free of both Finn and Mia from my life. Two birds with one stone. What started out as a shitty night just turned into a pretty awesome one.