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Frankie busies herself with restocking, no longer meeting my eye.

Okay, before I was nervous, but now she’s freaking me out.

“Frankie.”

“Ugh, alright.” Frankie dramatically sighs. “Remember, like two months ago when I was dead set on you getting over baby daddy and putting yourself back out there, but you told me to mind my own business.”

“Yeah…”

“Well…” Frankie trails off, looking everywhere but me.

“Frankie, spit it out.”

“I may have signed you up for an online dating site and made a date for you for this Saturday and forgot about it until he messaged this morning with a time and to dress nice because you’re going to dinner,” she rushes out before a hesitant smile slowly creeps onto her face.

My mouth drops open.

What the fuck.

“So I have a date on Saturday?” I ask, my brain trying to play catch-up.

“Yeah…”

“Frankie, what the fuck?” I exclaim. “What if he plans to kill me?”

Has she not seen all the shit in the news recently about online dates going wrong?

“He won’t. This site verifies everyone. He’s in finance,” she says, like that makes it any better. “But now Hash is back in your life, and I didn’t know what to tell the guy this morning, and he seemed so excited…”

Oh God, Hash.

He’s going to fucking lose it if he finds out about this.

“Did you confirm the date?”

Please say no.

“Yes…?” she says, her voice rising as she sounds unsure.

“Ugh, Frankie.” I sigh as I look up to the ceiling. “Why?” I whine.

As if I don’t already have enough going on.

“I’m sorry!” She cries. “I was just trying to get you out of your funk. I know you’re a mom, but you’re still a hot-ass bitch too. And… I think you should still go.”

I look back at her, confused. “Really? Because ever since Hash has shown back up in my life, you’ve been very ‘give him a chance.’” I mock using air quotes to prove my point.

“I know, but the more I thought about it, I realized you haven’t dated anyone since him. You can’t date him and then not date him and then go back to dating him. How will you know if he’s really who you want?”

She has a point, but…

“I wouldn’t call what Hash and I were before dating. Yeah, we met up for drinks randomly after work, but he never took me out.”

“You’re proving my point.”

Goddamn it, I am.

“I’m supposed to spend Saturday with Hash at the clubhouse. I don’t think I’m getting out of it.”