“I’m sorry,” I say frostily, “would that be an insufferably long time to fake date me?” “Honestly, a little bit. And don’t act like you could stand fake dating me that long, either.” Fair point. “Thanksgiving? Do your friends have a gathering around then? Her eyes light up. “The Friendsgiving party! Oh, that’s perfect. Okay, so that gives us . . .” “A little less than two months.” “Two months. That’s doable.” “Agreed.”
