“Sounds like you fell ass-backwards into the best-case scenario.”
If she only knew. “Yeah. Something like that.”
“I’m guessing everything is going smoothly there?” she asks tentatively. I make the mistake of hesitating and she pounces on itright away. “What is it? Is he being a jerk?”
“No, no, no,” I rush to correct her. “It’s more the… opposite problem.”
“He’s being too nice?” She snorts. “If you’re actually complaining about that, I might have to come over there just so that I canwhack you over the back of the head.”
How to explain without actually explaining? “He’s being, like, really wonderful lately. I’m talking extra nice, extra thoughtful,extra—”
“Extra dreamy,” Syrah drawls, cutting me off. “I get it. Woe is you. I’m struggling to see the problem here.”
“Sometimes, I feel l
