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the glittery city, I thought back to my lonely moment at the dining room table. “Yeah,” I said. “I guess I did.”
    â€œAnd?” Alex prompted. “What’d the fortune say?”
    I laughed and started blushing for no reason. “It said, ‘Have a wonderful night.’ “
    â€œWell,” Alex said, as we stepped out of the car for the second time, on an equally dark street corner in Dumbo, “no one can say we didn’t try.”
    The Brooklyn Ice Cream Company is legendaryfor its no-frills flavors and amazing ingredients. It used to be a favorite of mine, but I realized I hadn’t been back here since I was a kid—and I’d definitely never tried their mocha chocolate chip.
    Alex and I strolled along the promenade and sampled the second contender’s ice cream. “Hmm … It is chocolatier,” I said thoughtfully. “And meltier … Hard to pick a favorite!”
    â€œDon’t pick a favorite yet,” Alex said, steering me back toward the moonlit car. “If you think you can handle it, I’ve got one more place for us to hit.”
    â€œI think you underestimate my ice cream–eating capabilities,” I joked.
    We crossed the bridge back into the hustle of Manhattan and headed north again toward SoHo.
    â€œThis next place isn’t technically ice cream—but the mocha chocolate chip is good enough that I think we should make an allowance.”
    â€œOoh, I think I know where we’re going,” I squealed when the car stopped on Spring Street. We got out in front of the neon circular sign of Rice to Riches, a funny little café that serves dozens of crazy flavors of rice pudding.
    By then, I was getting pretty full, so we decided to walk off all the mocha chocolate chip with a stroll around the neighborhood. Alex had his arm aroundme and I fed him spoonfuls of rice pudding—and only occasionally wondered whether this type of PDA would make Feb roll her eyes and vow not to rent a houseboat with Alex and me. I’d gotten as far as picturing the six of us, all hanging out on a boat for a week of island-hopping in the Mediterranean, when Alex came to a sudden halt.
    â€œLook who it is,” I heard a guy’s voice say and looked up to see Alex’s friends from Dalton—Remy Wise, Troy Fishman, and Xander. I thought Camille had said this morning that she and Xander had a study date tonight. …
    â€œOh, hey guys,” Alex said.
    â€œHey Alex,” Troy said, a twinge of annoyance on his face. “You know, your grandmother looks an awful lot like your girlfriend.”
    â€œYeah,” Remy said, crossing his arms. “You say you’re having dinner with Grandma and then ditch us for Flan? Nice.”
    Alex looked flustered and shook his head. “Guys, I didn’t ditch you. I
did
have dinner with my grandmother. I just picked Flan up a little while ago. What’s the big deal?”
    It didn’t make any sense that the guys would think Alex ditched them. Had I done something to make them so cold?
    â€œWhatever, man,” Xander said, barely looking at me. “Seems like you’re busy, or whatever.”
    Why was this black cloud hanging over the group? And why was it so easy for me to imagine this exact scene happening between me and
my
friends?
    Alex looked stressed. He was running his hands through his hair. I put my hand on his arm. “Hey,” I whispered, “I hope you didn’t feel guilted into hanging out with me tonight. I didn’t mean to—”
    â€œNo,” he said quickly. “I wanted to hang out with you. I definitely didn’t expect to piss anyone off by hanging out with you.” He looked up at Xander. “Just because Camille …” He trailed off.
    â€œJust because Camille what?” I asked. “Xander, where’s Camille?”
    Troy scoffed. “Like you don’t know, Flan.”
    Xander was