Briar continues on her new favorite topic. “Okay, so maybe the whole thing garnered a little more scrutiny than the typical negative review. But attention of any kind is good.”
“I got an email from GuyfuckingFieri, telling me to ‘keep my head up.’ ”
Briar pulls a bottle of green juice from her bag, along with a metal straw. “Okay, but the upside of a massive failure—”
“I thought ‘it’s a high-risk industry.’ ”
“—is that you have the opportunity for a redemption arc.” She leans forward. “Give people a reason to root for you. This is yourReputationphase: messy as fuck, but more interesting than just being successful.”
She takes an enormous bite of the bagel sandwich.
“No, I’d rather be successful.” He tosses her a much-needed napkin. “And after we sell the building, I can get my life back.”
He could move to Big Sur or Miami or Lisbon and start over without all the baggage.
When the timer on his pour-over beeps, Josh pours thecontents of the Chemex into his mug, letting his brain drift back to a time when he had everything to look forward to.
“Have you heard from Sophie?” his mother asks.
Right. The second reason for this ambush: a Sophie pile-on.
“She seems fine,” he says, voice clipped.
Abby frowns. “Will she still come to the event at the Historical Society? They’re honoring your father. I can’t have an empty chair at our table.”
“She unfollowed him last month,” Briar says as if announcing time of death on a patient in the hospital. She grabs her phone and turnsEX?intoEXnext to Sophie’s contact information.
Josh spreads the correct amount of plain cream cheese over the top half of the bagel and tries to anchor.
“It wasn’t about me,” he says, leaning back in the chair, trying to look at ease. “She got a promotion.”
Briar tilts her head. “Itisa bit sus that she accepted a job halfway across the world a couple weeks after agreeing to move in with you, though.”
“It wasn’t ‘sus.’ It was a career opportunity.”
His sister squints at him, as if trying to glean any sign of anguish behind his eyes.
He gives her nothing. He’s fine. He’s left the apartmentseveraltimes in the last two weeks. Devastated people don’t go to the gym and run the interval sequence on the treadmill for an hour at a seven-percent incline—a new personal best. They don’t even get out of bed.
“God, Sophie’s grid was a dream,” Briar whispers as she swipes through his ex’s carefully curated and filtered photographs, which stopped including Josh sometime last year.Anchor.
“Good,” Abby says, continuing to take measurements. “Then you’re ready to move on.”
Before Josh can protest, Briar jumps in. “Here.” She holds out her phone, open to a dating app he’s never seen before. “I set up a profile for you last month. I’ve been chatting with this one for a few days.”
There’s a photo of “Maddie, 31,” with long, dark brown hair, preternaturally white teeth, and a slight case of duck lips.
“This woman has been chatting withyou?”
“Technically it’s catfishing, but I think the two of you have totally amazing chemistry. Look, I think she took this picatThe Brod.”
“She’s an Elite Yelper,” his mother adds, looking over Briar’s shoulder.
“Great.” Josh turns away from the screen. “I won’t have to explain why I’m unemployed.”
Briar ignores the bait. “I’ve tried to…reframe your aloof asshole quality.”
“ ‘Asshole quality’?”
