“Look. I’m sorry … For being an asshole and all.” She laughs. “We’re too grown for this shit, and life is clearly too short to be fighting over literally nothing. I’d like to get a chance to know the grown up version of Amelia. The one I’ve been too busy filling in the blanks for. That is, if you’re also willing to get to know me. I’m a lot more versatile than you think. I don’t even date married men anymore.” She nudges my shoulder. “Which by the way, was a complete misunderstanding, but everyone was too busy sensationalizing it to listen to my version of events.” She sighs into her glass.

