Young & Hungry

In our last appointment we talked about you letting Gabi start dating.

- How'd that go? - I guess it went fine.

Sofia, I'm not dating anymore.

Okay? I'm waiting for Josh. He's my one in a million.

A car skidded in the rain and hit my dog. I'm sorry,

- I have to get to the animal hospital. - I'll take you.

- How is he? Oh, thank God! - He's gonna be just fine.

Thank you so much for being there for me.

Hi!

How awesome is it that I get to work at the new, fancy Soul Spin

that just opened up across the street?

Now I get free lattes all day long.

Oh, wow, they have free lattes there?

Nope. Here, hit me!

Hello?

I'm sorry, I'm a little busy doing my real job...

getting ready to tell Josh I am no longer dating.

- I'm officially waiting for him. - (beeping)

What? Gabi, that's a horrible idea. He's the one that told you to start dating.

Oh, please, his lips said, "You should date,"

but his cute little puppy dog eyes said, "Pwease wait!"

Yeah, you can wait, but don't tell him you're waiting.

It'll just freak him out and put way too much pressure on him.

No, that's ridiculous. If anything, he'll feel less pressure.

This way, he doesn't have to worry about me meeting someone

and not being there when he's ready.

This way, he can relax in the warm security of knowing

I'm standing right outside of his door waiting.

Just waiting.

Yeah, men love that.

Gabi, remember that cute guy, Max, that I met at Soul Spin?

- Mm-hmm. - Well, he asked me out tonight,

and you wanna know why? Because I didn't pressure him.

When he asked me, I said, "Cool," and just walked away.

Didn't even give him my phone number.

How is he gonna text you to tell you what you're gonna do

or where you're gonna meet?

Oh, crap, I gotta go!

Oh, my God!

You just won the Australian award

for Digital Innovation in Next Gen Optimization.

A D.I.N.G.O.!

Yeah, yeah, I know. I got the email.

Why aren't you more excited?

It's supes prestige.

They want you in Sydney this weekend.

They're paying for everything, including a presidential suite

- and first class tickets for two! - Elliot...

Of course I'll go with you!

I've already found tons of stuff for us to do in Sydney.

We can take a tour of the Opera House,

we can spend the day at Bondi Beach...

we can explore Hugh Jackman's outback,

and if we're lucky, his down undah.

Mmm...

Hey... Elliot, can you give us a minute? I need to talk to Alan.

Fine. I'll go buy us some sunnies!

That's "sunglasses" in Aussie.

You're not coming with me.

Aw, bugger.

- You got my message? - Yes, and I'm way ahead of you.

I need to undo my redo of your office,

so... I'm returning your accent wall back to its hideous burnt orange.

That's not why I called.

I kissed my therapist.

Oh, my God, that is so wrong. I can't even listen to this. Tell me everything.

It was so crazy. In the middle of our session,

Dr. Rounds got this phone call that her dog was hit by a car,

- and she was so freaked out... - That's when you kissed her?

No. She was so upset, so I drove her to the vet.

That's when you kissed her?

No. We found out that her dog was gonna be okay, and that's when she kissed me.

Oh, my God, making out with your therapist?

This is so Prince of Tides.

- What? - Streisand, Nolte, rent it.

Never mind, I own it.

You know you can never tell Gabi about this.

- Oh, you think? - This would crush her.

You think?

Hey, don't be smart-alecky. I'm trying to help.

You can never go back to that therapist.

What? I can't start over with someone new!

I'll be in therapy forever. Ah, thank God Gabi's not waiting.

Alan, I could not handle that pressure.

- Hey, guys! - And that's

how you play baseball, Alan! Just...

Ah!

Hey, uh, Alan, can I talk to Josh for a minute?

Sure, sure, Gabi. I'll make myself scarce.

And a nosh.

- Hi. - Hey.

I made you your favorite breakfast,

French toast stuffed with strawberry cream cheese.

- You wanna know why? - Why?

Because I made a really big decision about us.

- You did? - Mm-hmm.

Josh, I'm waiting.

For...

- For... you know... - Me?

Me? Gabi, no. Tell me you're not waiting for me.

Please, tell me you're not waiting for me.

No! No, I'm not waiting for you.

I'm waiting for... um, a completely other person.

A man. I am waiting for a man who I am dating

because I am not waiting. Knock, knock. Who's there? Your ego.

You want some whipped cream on your French toast?

Okay, gotta go.

- Josh. - Hi, Dr. Rounds.

Honestly, I didn't know if you were gonna show up for your session today.

Yeah, neither did I. Ah, my friend told me not to,

but I felt like we were making some real progress before...

"the whole thing with the dog happened."

How is he, by the way?

He's doing okay, thanks.

Josh, I just want to say what happened the other night

was unprofessional and will never happen again.

Great, because there is a lot going on in Joshland.

Well, I'm committed to helping you

in the most ethical, objective, and professional way.

So... how was your week?

Well, um... I won an award.

Yeah, I'm flying to Sydney on Saturday.

Congratulations. You must be proud.

I am.

But, the thing is, they gave me this plus one,

and I'm like, "Dammit." You know, I wish I can take Gabi, but I can't.

I don't want to lead her on and make her think that I'm ready to

be with her when I'm not.

But I wanna be.

She's dating a lot, and what if I lose her? What if another guy falls for her?

She's so amazing and beautiful and funny.

Okay!

We get it! You like Gabi!

I apologize for my outburst.

Go on.

Are you crying?

I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

I thought I could be professional, but I can't.

I know I said that kiss didn't mean anything, but it did.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Did it mean anything to you?

- Uh... - Oh, God!

This is so not professional.

You know what? I'm gonna give you the name of a therapist,

and you can continue your treatment with them

and I'll just... never see you again.

Okay? You okay with that?

- Uh... - You know what? I am falling apart.

You need to go, Josh. Unless you wanna stay.

No. No, no. Go, go. Get out.

Whoo! Those paint fumes got me feelin' a little sexy.

Come here my little... Oop, now I'm nauseous.

Do you have any bagels?

How does roast pig sound?

With my cholesterol? Like suicide.

I'm talking luau in the backyard of our AirBnB on the beach in Maui.

I was thinking, since Josh is going to be gone for a week,

how about a little redo of our honeymoon?

Sweetie, I love that idea, but I don't have a job.

You know we can't afford a rental with its own

plunge pool and sweeping views of a hopefully inactive volcano?

Oh, God, we need to find a way.

All we need is a third so we can go splitsies.

But who do we know who's all alone and could drop everything

and make vacation plans with no notice?

Hey!

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

We're gonna be on that beach in no time.

And I'm gonna be on that beach till she says, "Yes."

Yolanda!

Gabi... look! Max sent me flowers!

Listen to this. (clears throat)

"Dear Sofia, I'm sending you these flowers for no reason."

No one has ever sent me "no reason" flowers before.

Aww, that's so sweet.

Okay, my turn.

So you were totally right about Josh.

I told him I was waiting and he freaked out,

so I told him I was waiting for a date.

- And guess what I don't have? A date. - Oh.

- Hey, guys. - Hey, Josh.

Flowers, you ask? Indeed they are. (chuckles)

Sent to me by none other than that guy I told you I was... dating.

- Nice. Have you seen Alan? - Oh, read you the card, you ask?

Okay. "Dear Sof... Gabi...

I'm sending you these flowers for no reason."

Oh, heck, I'm not gonna bore you with the rest.

The point is, I'm dating, so no pressure for you.

Great. Thanks. If you see Alan, tell him I need him.

So, uh... I made it clear I'm dating, right?

Or should I give myself a hickey with the vacuum cleaner?

Gabi said you needed me?

Remember how you told me not to go back to my therapist?

- I did. - And?

She told me she has feelings for me.

Demon woman! I'm gonna report her!

No! No, no, no! I don't want her to lose her job.

You like her! Prince of Tides! Prince of Tides!

I like Gabi.

Gabi's the one I like. Alan, this is hell.