Courting Alex

Let me catch you up. I'm a lawyer.

I work for my dad,

and I don't have much time for a social life.

But the other day,

I met a guy named Scott who owns this bar.

I'm not here to flirt.

What's gonna happen next? You gonna ask me to dinner?

No, I...

It's all right. I always get hit on when I wear this T-shirt.

- Think my eyes are up here. - I wa... I-I...

For the record, I wasn't looking.

And the only reason I was in his bar is because our biggest client wants to buy it from him.

So, I took Scott to dinner, but just to talk business.

Okay, we got a little distracted.

Meanwhile, there's this other guy from the office,

Stephen. That's him.

My dad would love it if I were with him.

I mean, Stephen's a nice guy,

but there's not a lot of passion between us.

Back to Scott.

Getting Scott to sell the bar wasn't going so well.

This place has been in my family for 112 years.

I promised by grandfather I'd come back and run it.

So, the huge deal my dad had worked on for a year fell through.

I'm not going to repeat what he's saying there.

Let's just say my dad pretty much hates Scott.

But I kind of like him.

Enough to sneak out of work to do this.

I got to tell you, you turned out to be a pretty good motorcycle passenger.

Well,

it involves two skills I'm good at--

sitting and not dying.

Come on, give yourself more credit than that.

You leaned with the turns,

you didn't put your hands over my eyes and shout "Guess who?"

Just that once.

I got a little bored when you did that wheelie on the Williamsburg Bridge.

Well...

I guess I should go.

Okay.

- Bye. - Bye.

Alex, fantastic news.

Julian, hello.

My upstairs neighbor. This is Scott.

Well, this is awkward.

Two people about to kiss,

and I'm not one of them.

Well, I have a tavern to get back to.

Okay.

- See ya. - See ya.

I'm sorry if I ruined your moment there.

Oh, that's okay.

So, what's your big news?

I stopped at Krispy Kreme donuts.

That's it?.

No, that's not it.

The hot light was on. Feel these things. They're practically radioactive.

Please, don't ask me for details about Scott.

Oh, I'm not going to.

He's totally wrong for me,

he's unpredictable, and his neck smells better than that bag of donuts.

Apparently your hot light is on, as well.

But if you don't want to talk about it, I'm certainly not going to probe.

I know you're a very private person...

- Sit. - You are so easy.

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Would this be the same Scott you kissed the other day?

The one your dad detests?

Hmm, yep, that's the one.

Sleeping with the enemy.

I'm not sleeping with anyone.

And such a shame.

Like a Maserati up on blocks.

Oh, it's my dad.

When I left work today to sneak out with Scott, I told him I was coming down with something.

Hey, Dad. Sorry my voice is all...

Yeah, sure, I'll hold for him...

Hey, Dad...

Yeah, a little.

Yeah, I know. A lot of fluids.

Okay.

I love you, too. Bye.

Oh... I hate lying to my father.

But I am good at it.

Well, this is a new Alex. Bad Alex.

Lying-and-sneaking-behind-your-father's-back Alex.

I'm only sneaking around because there's nothing to tell him yet.

Oh, right. Nothing to tell. What was all that stuff in the hallway, then?

You two were undressing each other with your eyes.

Were not.

Come on, you did such a thorough job of it I could see you both naked.

By the way, he has love handles.

Not from my angle.

Look at me, I'm like a giddy schoolgirl. And over what?

One kiss. What's one kiss?

I'll tell you.

Paris.

I was an art student. She was a sculptress. After one kiss, I was hopelessly in love.

Oh, I didn't know you were so romantic.

Yeah, well, the French bitch cured me of that pretty quickly.

She dumped me after the second date.

Maybe I am getting a little ahead of myself here.

For all I know, he takes every girl he meets on a motorcycle ride.

Before you stick your neck out any further,

you might want to find out exactly where you stand with him.

- Oh, great, now I'm all nervous. - Don't be.

No man would invite you on his motorcycle unless he's ready to make a commitment.

You expect me to believe that?

No, but you made lying look like so much fun, I thought I'd give it a whack.

So, um,

I'm going upstairs to throw out all my booze and

not eat these donuts.

Yeah, it is fun.

Morning.

Oh, my God, I got flowers.

They're on my desk and you assume they're for you?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

They're for you.

Hmm... I wonder who they're from.

I wasn't even going to ask. I know how much you value your privacy.

It's not signed. It just says, "Had a great time."

- Molly. - What? Are you seeing someone?

Someone I don't know about?

How am I going to help you cover it up if I don't know what you're hiding?

I've got nothing to hide.

But let's not mention these to my father.

Or anyone who might tell my father,

like... him.

- Hey, Alex. - Hey, Stephen.

Alex?

One second.

Um... oh.

Come in.

Hey, Stephen.

- How are you? - Good.

I just wanted to say I had a really great time with you the other night...

- on our date. - Me, too.

Hey, did you get the flowers I sent?

You sent.

Of course. Thank you so much. I love them.

Um, then why are they in the trash?

Can I be totally honest with you?

Molly put them in there. She's a little bitter.

Listen, I know it was just one date,

and I don't want you to attach too much meaning to the flowers.

Apparently, that's not a problem.

Anyway, I was just wondering if, hopefully, there might be another opportunity to....

Well, someone is popular today.

Check it out. These flowers kick those flowers' ass.

You want to know who they're from?

- Yeah. - No.

"Congratulations, you've been named "to Manhattan Monthly's 'Ten Most Eligible' list,

a who's who of the city's most datable professionals."

I'm so excited for you.

She doesn't seem that bitter.

They are going to interview you and everything.

Oh, you're gonna have your pick of any man in Manhattan.

You know, I'm just...

think I'm gonna...

Okay.

You are gonna have

so many guys calling you.

Can I have your leftovers?

Molly, men aren't Chinese food.

You can't just heat them up the next day.

I'll take 'em cold.

Hello, Alex.

Oh, hi. You came to see me...

Mr. Larson.

What brings you here?

Uh, a peace offering for your dad.

I know he's ticked off 'cause I screwed up his real estate deal, so I brought you all

some of our tavern's famous corned beef sandwiches.

Mm. Yummy.

That's very considerate of you. Can I see you in my office, please?

Should I come in and take notes?

- No. - Please? Can I come in and...

Right, get back to my own work, that's what I'll do.

You look great.

Nice flowers.

Oh, those. Yeah...

Funny story. Um,

Manhattan Monthly has named me one of their Ten Most Eligible Singles.

They're going to do an article.

Cool.

Is it?

What?

Cool. That I'm on the list.

Well, I can't say I'm surprised.

You made my top ten.

Just squeaked in there.

Well, I don't even know if I'm going to do it.

Why wouldn't you?

I have my reasons.

So don't do it, then.

So, you don't think I should do it?

Alex, are you asking my permission?

No. Why would I need to do that? It's not like we're...

It was one date. One motorcycle ride.

'Cause I'm really not the possessive type.