“Ohhh…it’s a woman,” he answered knowingly.
 
 I rubbed the back of my head as I leaned back in my desk chair. “Yeah. I have a date.”
 
 “Who is the flavor of the week this time?”
 
 “Uh, it’s Heart. Well, Addison. You met her at Bemelmans’s that one night.”
 
 I heard silence on the other line. I pulled the phone away from my ear to make sure he was still connected.
 
 “Hello? Freddy?” I asked.
 
 “Hi. Yeah. Still here. I’m just trying to process that you’ve been seeing this same woman for almost two months now…”
 
 I laughed. Little did he know.
 
 “Crazy, right?” I said.
 
 “I think the world has flipped on its axis…”
 
 “Okay. We get it, Freddy.”
 
 “And here I thought you were practically engaged to Kiera.”
 
 “You believe tabloids now?”
 
 “No, but what else would explain your ‘good guy’ image?”
 
 “Maybe because I am agood guy.”
 
 Freddy laughed a little too hard on the other line.
 
 “Are we done here?” I asked, rolling my eyes.
 
 “No. Why don’t we double tonight? I’m sure I could change the reservation to four at the restaurant.”
 
 “I don’t know…” I said. I wondered what Addison would think. Tonight was supposed to be just us two.
 
 “Come on,” Freddy whined on the other line. “I’ve already met her. It could be fun. Plus, I have a new girl I want you to meet.”
 
 “Oh goodie. Another one,” I said sarcastically.
 
 “I deserved that,” said Freddy.
 
 “Fiiiine. I’ll meet you at seven tonight,” I caved.
 
 I hoped Addison wouldn’t be pissed, but she didn’t seem the type. Plus, it would be nice to have her spend more time with the people I was close to in life.
 
 “See you then,” he said before hanging up.
 
 At 5 o’clock, I left the office and headed home to freshen up. I took a hot shower and shaved the thick stubble I had been growing out the past week. I ran a small amount of pomade through my hair and spritzed on a few generous sprays of cologne. In my closet, I chose a gray linen suit and a white button-down. Once I was happy with what I saw in the mirror, I grabbed my phone and keys and rode the elevator down to the parking garage where Armand waited.
 
 The drive to Brooklyn took just over an hour. I smiled as Heart’s familiar brick building came into view. Once we pulled up to the curb, I walked up to the entrance and buzzed her name. A few moments passed before I heard her voice through the small speaker.
 
 “Hello?” she asked.
 
 “It’s me!”
 
 “I’ll be right down!”