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“Yes, the hottie from the building. Go on.”
“And let’s say that man was also the man you had a one-night-stand with the night before he rescued you…”
“Shut. Up! You’re joking! How is that even possible?”
“He works in security. It just happened, I guess.”
“Okay, and what’s the question?”
“Well, it was fun and I had a great time with him, but…what if that’s all it was? I mean, he wants to get serious and move me out to Kansas.”
The look of horror on her face perfectly reflected the way I felt. “Kansas?”
“I know. And I’m pretty sure it’s in like…a really small town. What would I even do there? Who would I drink with? I wouldn’t have any buildings to jump out of that were higher than two stories!”
“And only sexy men to save you,” she added. “But can he really save you from two stories up?”
“Exactly,” I said, glad she understood where I was going with this. “And what about my fish?”
“Does Kansas even allow fish?” she asked. “How can you be sure Leonidas would survive the trip?”
“That’s what I said! And what about poor Horatio?”
She sighed, cocking her head from side to side. “I mean, I guess they have books in Kansas, but then you have to buy them all again.”
“Or lug all eleven books with me.”
“It’s a tough call,” she said in commiseration. “I mean, I would totally move Leonidas and Horatio without a thought if it weren’t to Kansas. I mean, even Dorothy tried to run away from home.”
“Yeah, but then she wanted to go home at the end of the trip. I’m not sure that’s the argument we go with.”
“Right, so you want the hottie, but you don’t want Kansas.”
I plopped down, flinging my head into the couch cushions. “It’s not even that. He’s gorgeous and amazing and gorgeous, but…I’ve only known him a week. It just seems so reckless.”
“Oh, it totally is. Then again, you’re young and you have money, right?”
“I have some money.”
“And you can afford a little frivolity.”
“But what if it doesn’t work out? What if I give up my apartment and move in with him, only to become the maid? I don’t want to clean up after a bunch of grown toddlers!”
She stared at me with wide eyes, then took a huge swig of her drink. “When you say a bunch, how many are we talking?”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know. Twenty?”
She nearly choked on her wine, swiping at the dribbles running down her chin. “Twenty? Girl, sign me up!”
“No, that’s not—”
“I can see it now. Rodrigo! Rodrigo! Save me, Rodrigo!”
“I don’t think any of them are named Rodrigo,” I said in confusion.
She jumped up from her spot and grabbed the wine, shoving it into the air. “This is going to be so awesome. I’ll go home and pack up my stuff. Then I’ll be back in say… a day. We’ll head out there, surprise your man, and get us some good lovin’!”
“Wait, I don’t want to move out there.”
