I think about it. “March?”
“Last year. I think. Maybe the year before.”
She sets down her pizza and grabs my hands across the table. “You need to get back on the apps. Hinge, Bumble, whatever the kids are flocking toward these days. Just put yourself out there and see what happens.”
It’s my turn to pull a sour face. “I tried the apps. They’re depressing.”
“That’s life as a modern woman. But you can’t just hide in your apartment forever, pining for some silver fox billionaire.”
“‘Pining’ is a really dramatic word choice, Bean.”
“That’s why they pay me the big bucks.” She clutches my fingers. “Download Hinge tonight. All you gotta do is look. Peek around. You don’t have to swipe on anyone. Just take a gander. Live a little. See what’s out there.”
I pull my hands back and reach for my
