"Okay, spill. What’s going on with you and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Complicated?"

Annie’s voice reverberated from the speaker, crisp and humorous, just as I remembered it.

I reclined in my chair and gazed out of my apartment's large window, a small smile tugging at my lips. Even though the London skyline was in front of me, I felt as though I was sitting across from Annie in New York, holding coffee cups.

"Annie," I muttered, shaking my head as if she couldn't see me. "It's not that simple."

"It's always that straightforward. "You are either into him or not." I could hear dishes clinking in the background. She was...