“Ah!” Emma hit the table lightly with her hand. “I knew it. Let me guess more. She wears beige suits, drinks white wine, has a purse that costs more than my car, and loves talking about yoga and networking.”

Christopher blinked several times. “How did you—?”

“I have a gift.” Emma leaned back proudly. “It’s like those people on TV who talk to spirits, but instead of talking to the dead, I can guess the type of person who stands others up. It’s a very specific and completely useless talent, but it’s mine.”

Christopher laughed out loud for the first time that night. “You’re crazy.”

“I prefer the term ‘creatively honest.’” Emma pointed her pen at him again. “And you—let me guess you, too. CEO of some fancy company. You work seventy hours a week, your best friend is the office coffee, and you practiced in the mirror what you were going to say on this date. Am I right?”

“I did not practice in the mirror,” Christopher defended himself, but his smile showed she’d gotten other things right.