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[♪♪]

[Emilia] Well,
the first thing

you have to understand is--

romance isn't all about
cleverly plotted meet-cutes

and low-stakes
misunderstandings

easily resolved

over the course
of a musical montage.

Don't get me wrong.
Those work.

I-I love those stories.

I just-- I think there's room

for other types
of love stories, too.

[ball rumbles]

[pins clatter]

Money!

-Okay. Okay.
-Act like you know me.

[chuckling]

[Emilia] Some duos might
look like the perfect pairing,

outwardly...

-[keys clicking]
-[whoosh]

-...when, in fact...

-[crashing]
-...they're headed for a split.

All right.

-Hey.
-Hey.

[Emilia] Often, the most
satisfying stories are the ones

that subvert your expectations.

[snap]

[thudding]

Because the truth is,

the most romantic stories...

...are often
the least typical.

[♪♪]

You see, researchers
studying online dating

discovered
if a person's too focused

on checking off a list of
rigid criteria in a partner,

if they're too fixated

on finding a--

quote, unquote--
"soulmate,"

they're likely to miss out
on their true complement,

a partner whose differences
fit their own

like interwoven fingers,

creating a firm lock.

[man] Hey, watch
where you're going.

Sorry. The sidewalk
is for sharing.

[Emilia] A romantic character
shouldn't be flawless.

They need complexities.
Depth.

It's their growth
along the way

that makes them truly worth
an epic love story.

Uh, excuse me?

-Hey.
-Hi!

You took my coffee.

Thanks.

[Emilia] Well, that's
my philosophy, anyway,

and it's served me well.

Can't argue with

the New York Times'
best-seller list.

[drover] Ma'am,
sorry to interrupt,

but we've arrived.

If you've changed your mind,

I can take you
back to the airport.

No, no, no.

It's really now or never.

[♪♪]

Ms. Emilia Bloom.

You know, I've been trying

to keep a bit of
a lower profile these days.

We are honored to have
Pennfield's best-selling author

staying here
with us this week.

I hope this means
you'll be doing

a reading
from your latest book?

The romance fans
of Pennfield

finally convinced my publisher
to send me home.

[chuckles]

I believe we reserved
the penthouse?

Yes, Ms. Bloom.

And of course, you have access
to all of our amenities.

-Mm.
-That includes

our top-of-the-line gym--

Won't be needing that.

As well as our martini bar.

Mm. Much more my speed.

[both chuckling]

Could I...
have my key, then?

[gasps] Oh!

So sorry.

You wouldn't mind signing this
for me, would you?

Who should I make it out to?

[♪♪]

[Taylor] "The Bloomeria."

I sent an email last week,

but I'm still waiting

on a shipment of
12 artisanal planters,

two cases of assorted crystals,

and, uh...

let me think, um--

Terrariums?

Yes! 12 glass terrariums.
Thank you.

Uh, if I could speak
to a real human being

instead of an inbox,

maybe we could sort this out?

Thank you.

Hannah, how is that you can

follow my conversation,

update your socials,

and watch the front of the store
all at the same time?

Gen Z.
Digital native at your service.

Did you clean the potting area?

Yep.

Switch out
the front-window displays?

Obviously.

Water the succulents?

Trick question.
They're on a biweekly schedule.

Listen, I can't help it

if the rapid development
of new tech

has shaped me into
a flawless multitasker.

It's a blessing and a curse.

What are you posting, anyway?

Most recently?

Our sticky-fingered friend.

What am I looking at?

The Classifie app?

There's, like, a million apps.
How am I supposed to keep track?

Exactly why
you'd love this one.

Sort of an all-in-one--

local events and dating stuff
rolled into one.

And, uh, shaming
local shoplifters?

Exactly.

Like a bulletin board
for the neighborhood.

Digital classifieds.

Okay, this guy's looking for
pictures of feet.

No, thank you.

Come on, Taylor.

Every neighborhood
has its endearing weirdos.

Not all the posts
are like that.

You should seriously consider

advertising The Bloomeria
on here.

A bunch of local shops do it.

Between Two Covers posts
for all their in-store events.

-Really?
-Check it out.

"Calling all book lovers.

Flash your Classifie app
at checkout

for a free gift with purchase."

-What're they giving away?
-I don't know.

Naughty bookmarks, maybe?
That's not the point.

The point is,
it draws in new customers.

I will think about it.

You know you won't.
Just say you won't.

I will think about it!

[♪♪]

Okay, so I know that we've gone
back and forth on this

a few times,

but I really think this design
is gonna do the trick.

I think it captures the spirit

and the-the energy

that, uh, Between Two Covers
has, um, uh...

brought back to the Pennfield
business district, you know?

It's bold.

It's graphic,
and i-it announces...

"We sell books here."

So, you know, that's, uh...

I'd be ready start
priming the wall

just as soon as, you know,

you give me the go-ahead
on the design.

And I want to sign off.

I told you,
the owner is very particular--

I have to clear everything
past them.

Right. Yeah. This mysterious
owner that I've never met.

What can I say?
They're a private person.

Yeah. So we're 100% sure
that they exist, right?

This isn't some ploy

I've made up
to frustrate you, Zach.

Trust me, I have better ways
to spend my time, too.

[phone keys clicking]

Is everything okay?

Bowling league drama.

You know, they lured me in with
their clever Classifie post,

but it's only been a month,

and there's already in-fighting

over the lane assignments
at Langford Lanes.

[chuckles]

Langford Lanes.

Wow. Used to love that place.

Um...

so when do you think
I can get an answer on these?

Uh, soon.
Hopefully, definitely soon.

So, is it, like,
a singles' thing, or...?

No. It's not a singles' thing.

Why is it that everyone assumes
a single woman

with a fulfilling career
and an active social life

is still on the hunt for a man?

-No. I didn't really mean--
-...I'm stuck at home

with my five long-haired cats,
watching bridal shows,

and dreaming of the day

some man will save me
from my lonely spinster life?

I love those shows!

I only have one cat.

She requires a lot less feeding
than a boyfriend.

I like my life!

[Zach] Yeah.

Got it. Sure. Um...

Just bowling. Yep.

That's all I'm saying.

Yeah. I guess
I just thought that Classifie

was like a dating app, so...

Some people use it that way.
I don't.

Well, who needs
that headache, right?

Sorry I went a bit off there.

No. No, no.

I'd say it was very, uh...
uh...

Hostile?

No. No.
I-I was gonna say "righteous."

[flustered] Uh...

we'll get...
back to you on these.

-Yes.
-Uh, uh...

-Free bookmark... [chuckles]
-Great.

...for your troubles?

All right.

[groans]

You ever read through
two of these and realize

the posters are actually perfect
for each other,

if only they'd connect
and figure it out?

Yeah, I think you overestimate
the amount of time I spend

thinking about the love lives
of strangers on an app.

Like-- Like this one.

They're asking for advice

on starting
an urban vegetable garden,

this one wants to meet up
with local vegans.

How perfect is that?

Let me see that, okay?

Neither of these people

is looking for
a romantic connection.

Franki.

Everybody's looking
for a romantic connection,

even the vegans.

Please tell me you don't
message these people?

Um... ahem.

Yeah, very selectively. Yeah.

You are like
a nosy grandmother!

My online persona is more...

"hard-to-nail-down
man of mystery."

Maybe I'm available.

Maybe I'm not.

Maybe you're delusional, yeah?

[laughing]

Ah...

'kay, this person,
for example,

needs me.

They're never gonna find
their soulmate

with a post like this.

"Ready to bloom
where I'm planted--

creative soul
seeks deeper connections."

Translation--

"I'm a friendless loner
whose therapist says

I need to put myself
out there more."

-[laughing]
-They need me!

You are reading way too much
into that.

Oh, really?
It continues.

"Let's share
all Pennfield has to offer."

That's-- That's...
What is wrong with that?

[shocked] What?

What is wrong with that?

That's too transactional!

Translation--

"I don't care
how cheap this date is,

we're still
splitting the bill."

Okay, now you're just
twisting their words.

-[sighs]
-No. These people aren't...

desperate.

Maybe just cliché.

This is why
you're still single.

No, that is not why I'm single.

God, just promise me
you won't message that guy.

Excuse me?

Francesca...

this sad, ineffective post
was clearly written by a woman.

"I'm ready to blossom
where I'm planted?"

Come on,
that screams Georgia O'Keeffe.

[laughing] Okay.
Well, man, woman-- whoever--

they're just looking
for some company.

Okay? Nothing wrong with that.

Okay, if that's how you feel...

[whoosh]

...she's within
a five-mile radius.

[whoosh]

Go get her, Franki.

N-- No! You know what?

I-I don't have the time.

Between work

and my extremely
high-maintenance friendships,

my plate is full.

[clink]

Besides, there's no algorithm
on Earth

that can accurately predict
romantic compatibility.

You're right.

It's all... chemistry.

[wailful sax theme rises]

It's like...
taking a seat at the local bar,

striking up a conversation
with a handsome stranger...

What can I get you?

Mm...

let's talk gin.

Now, my know-it-all editor

says I need to incorporate
more social media into my books.

Says it's so ubiquitous
these days,

that a world without it
is entirely too fictional.

So you're catfishing locals
as you travel from town to town?

Excuse me?

I am doing research
while I'm on my book tour.

Ah.
Professional catfishing, then.

I am not trying
to fool anybody,

or pretending
to be somebody else.

The last thing
I'm looking for is love.

I want access.

Yeah? Access to what?
Banking information?

No, I'm good there.

I bet you are.

People's hopes...

and dreams...

and hangups.

You know?

To my editor's point--
we all live online these days.

You know, we're not individuals
so much as usernames

that are connected to a catalog
of things that we consume--

like, TV, movies...
organic dishwashing detergent,

There's no accidental discovery.

You know?

And it's life
through a filter,

-and it's just...
-It's kind of superficial?

Exactly!

Given the opportunity

for some good old-fashioned,
analog exchange,

you can get somebody
to confess

their deepest longings and fears
in no time.

Mm.

I'm sure you run across that
in your line of work--

a stranger comes in,
bellies up to the bar,

-and starts--
-Oversharing?

-It happens all the time.
-Mm-hmm.

See?

We are all starving
for real, tangible connection.

Like this poster--
"Ready to Bloom."

Sounds dreamy. Next!

Uh, no!

Lonely is great.

There is always a story there.

So...

"Dear Ready to Bloom--"

Oh, that's a good start.

"I have just landed in town

and I need a tour guide."

-Oh?
-Is that good?

It's a little on-the-nose,
but sure.

Okay. "Would you like
to see your city

through a stranger's eyes?"

Wait. I thought
you used to live here.

Uh, yeah, but that was
a long time ago.

Anyway,
I'm just casting a line,

and seeing if anything catches.

Cheers.

-[phone buzzes]
-Oh.

Looks like Mr. Lonely was
waitin' by his phone.

Wow. That was fast.

[Max] You can never know

where the first moment
of connection could lead.

Maybe he's married, or--

Or a serial killer.

Or straight.

[laughing] Or straight!

You just never know until
you put yourself out there.

[phone alert chimes]

What is that,
an exciting new prospect?

It's hard to say.

-Let's see!
-It's hard to say!

So, sometimes, you gotta,
you know, take it offline.

Is that all
you're gonna give me?

No more juicy details
for you, Frankie. 'Kay?

You need to stop
living vicariously

and go have an adventure
of your own.

But I... I love juicy details.
You know this about me.

I gotta take off.

-All right.
-[smooch]

I'll see ya.

[phone chimes]

[♪♪]

Hey, go ahead and clock out.

I'll lock up.

A whole ten minutes early?

What, have you been
body-swapped by aliens?

No. It's slow for customers,

and my brother
just punked on family dinner,

so I'm just gonna order takeout

and make sure that I've watched
everything made for TV.

Alternatively, you could,
I don't know,

maybe try to have fun?

Ah, fun is for your twenties.

Go.

Make some questionable decisions
for the both of us.

I will try my best.

See ya tomorrow, boss.

Goodnight, honey.

[switch clicks]

[chuckles]

Thank you.

You're hitting it off with
the lonely local, aren't you?

No, he's funny.
[laughs]

He's a little awkward, but...
but funny.

It's strange, because he kind of
reminds me of my husband.

You're married?

I was.

Oh, don't worry.

He's dead now.

-Oh.
-I invited, uh,

"Ready to Bloom"
to come and join us.

What, you invited them here?

Yeah, well, you have to meet
a stranger in a public place--

that's just common sense.

Now we just wait

and see who walks
through that door.

[♪♪]

[sighing wearily]

"The heart is a muscle
that requires exercise."

[sighs] Yeah.

[♪♪]

[whoosh]

I am so going to regret this.

[barkeep] Well?

Any updates?

Radio silence.

-Boo.
-Yeah, I'm calling it a night.

It seems that my lonely local
has not been enticed.

[chuckles]

Or maybe he slipped in
just under the wire.

Mom?

What're you doing here?

When did you get here?

What, are you visiting,
or staying?

Why didn't you text or--

It was a last-minute addition
to my book tour and...

I was gonna reach out
first thing tomorrow!

Hello, hello!

-[chuckling]
-Ah.

So your publisher finally
sent you to Pennfield?

Yeah, well, you know, it's not
always about the total reach,

but the level of enthusiasm.

They thought that
a passionate hometown crowd

would generate excellent press
for my latest release.

Well...

welcome home.

Are you staying here?

Mm. The penthouse suite.

Well, why don't you just
stay at the house?

I mean,
there's plenty of space.

I left your room the same--
your shoes, Dad's ties.

Oh. [stammers] You know,
I wouldn't want to impose or--

Ahem. But look at you!
You look so handsome.

I mean, what are you doing here?
Are you meeting someone? A date?

Um...

I-I w-- I was, yeah, kind of.

Oh? Look at me.
Wrecking your plans already.

Well, where is she, then?

I don't know, um...

it's kind of
an unconventional setup.

Oh, a blind date?

On Classifie...

actually.

Oh?

Yeah, I don't know
what she looks like,

I don't even know her name.

She just told me
to meet her at the bar

and she likes gin martinis.

[♪♪]

She's not coming.

You're "Ready to Bloom,"
aren't you?

Oh... no.

No, no! No. No.
Don't be embarrassed.

No, I think that these things
probably happen all the time.

What? To who?

I finally post to that app
and I pick up my mom

who doesn't even
live here anymore?

You know what? I think that
it proves that you and I,

we're compatible.

-Mom!
-What?

Wait. Why are you even
on the Classifie app?

I mean,
are you dating again?

W-- [balks]

First of all,
don't look so horrified.

No, I'm not.

I am just doing research
for my-my-- my book.

That's all.

You're catfishing strangers
for research?

[mutters]
That's what I said.

[scoffs and sighs]

Wait. Does Taylor even know
that you're here?

[chuckles awkwardly]

Well...

[sighs]

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

You're not

"The Heart is a Muscle,"
are you?

It's me.
I'm-- I'm "Rooting4U."

Thanks?

No.

N-Not actually rooting...
it's my screen-name.

From Classifie?

Wrong guy.

Right. Clearly.

Uh, sorry. E-Enjoy the coffee.

[deep breath]

[sighing]

You know...

I was worried that
you might be too cool for me.

But thanks for putting
my mind at ease.

[laughs] I'm Franki.

Francesca.

Nice to meet you.

[♪♪]

It's just the third shelf
to your left.

[door bell jingles]

Hello.

Hello--

-Emilia Bloom.
-Yes.

Uh, welcome to...
Between Two Covers.

[awkward laugh]

We weren't expecting you. Yet.

But I confirmed the dates
with your publisher and, um...

[stressed chuckle]

[mutters] Emilia Bloom.

And do you have a name?

Yes.

And it is...?

Uh, Margot! Heh.

-Manager.
-Ah!

Well, Margot the Manager,

I came in a few days early

to make the most of
this last stop on my tour.

You may know that I lived
in Pennfield for many years.

I know everything about you.

[laughs] I mean, everything
that is normal to know.

Okay, well, I am looking

for a little hole-in-the-wall
jewelry shop

where my husband
used to buy me things,

and I feel certain

that it is just
right around here somewhere.

It was just
right around the corner.

Oh!

But they went out of business.
About three-ish years ago?

Three years? Really?

Yeah, uh,
it's a coffee shop now.

Super-cute.

I can, uh, take you there,
if you want.

Uh...

are-aren't you
supposed to be working?

-Oh!
-Yeah.

I think you should stay working,

and you should
get everybody very excited

about my book reading, okay?

Okay. I am.
I mean, we are!

All of us.

[laughing] Okay.

Oh, actually, Margot?

-Yes, Ms. Bloom?
-Um...

do you happen
to have some water?

'Cause I forgot to take...
my vitamins.

[laughs]

[shaky breath, exhales tensely]

[♪♪]

I, uh...

I'm not sure why I...

Sorry.
I'm-I'm-- I'm Taylor.

Yeah, you thought I was a guy,
didn't you?

No.

I mean...

Yes. Yes, I did.

-Guilty.
-No. It's all good.

It happens all the time
in my line of work.

Which is...
personal training?

[laughing] No!

I'm flattered, but no.
I'm...

Sorry. Just the screen-name--
"HeartIsAMuscle"?

Yeah, I-I'm a doctor.
Cardiologist.

-A doctor?
-Yeah.

I've got the MD
and the med school debt

to prove it.

That's great.

Not the debt part. Um...

Hey. Taylor, if, um,

if you're not interested--
in coffee--

you just say the word.

Personally, I love coffee,

so I'm fine with my latte
either way.

Ah!

-Margot?
-Mm-hmm?

Is everything okay?

[giggles]

I just met Emilia... Bloom.

Already?

I-I thought
you confirmed the dates?

I did, uh,
but she's in town early

and she just-- ha!
...casually swung by.

Is she still in the shop?

No, she just left.

But she is exactly like
I always imagined--

smart and glamorous.

Ha!
Total force of nature.

[chuckles]

Oh, did you...
did you want to meet her?

I'm sorry, you're usually
a behind-the-scenes guy.

No! No, no. I-It's fine.

Actually, it's for the best.

We've already met.

You know Emilia Bloom?

[bangs desk]
Why didn't you say something?

Well, because I don't
actually "know her" know her.

Not anymore.

[sighs] Anyway.

This design doesn't really...

show what makes us special.

But we're a bookstore.

Yeah.

I'd like him
to take another pass.

Less books.

I'll let him down gently.

[♪♪]

[Franki]
So you really had no idea?

No. How could I?
It's anonymous.

Well, my best friend, Max,
is convinced that he can tell--

like, age, gender,
level of desperation...

Well, I am happy
to prove him wrong--

if you guys have that kind of,
you know,

casual, competitive friendship.

Oh, yeah, definitely.
Ever since pre-med.

Mm.

How is the latte,
by the way?

Delicious.

You know, I've been meaning
to come in here for ages.

My shop
is right around the corner,

but it's just--

it's hard to get away
during work hours.

It's my first year in business,

so it's kind of make-or-break.

You don't have any help?

No, I do.

I have a college junior

who might just be better
at my job than I am.

Mm.

It's just, I--

You like being in control.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I do.

Um, so, your post actually
really resonated

with, uh,
being a fellow workaholic.

Now, I really think
that we should re-frame it

as "high-achieving
and detail-oriented."

Mm?

Yeah, there's plenty of people
who get total fulfillment

from their work.

I wish I got total fulfillment.

I think, at this point,
it's mostly just total fear.

Oh?

Yeah. I'm not, obviously,

dealing with
life-or-death stakes

the way you are,

but my business
does consume my life.

I'm there morning till night,

and then,
even when I'm not there,

I'm just worried that it's,
you know, catching fire,

or getting robbed,

or failing.

Wow. I really need to see
this flower shop now.

[laughs]

You know, it's actually
more of a, um,

plant store
and artisanal goods boutique.

[chuckles]

But... you're welcome any time.

All right.

I have a question for you.

Shoot.

I don't want to offend
or anything--

[chuckles]
It's gonna be a good one, then.

Why did you post
in the first place?

Uh, you know, you seem
to have a great career

and incredible friends.

Don't people try to set you up
all the time?

Most of the time,
it's really just my patients

trying to set me up
with their grandkids.

[chuckles]

And always women?

Are you asking
who they try to set me up with,

or who I would actually
take out?

The latter, I guess.

I had girlfriends in college
and, um...

dated women here and there
throughout med school.

And, um, it-it just got easier

to be a fantastic physician
than a fantastic partner.

I think now I finally
have my feet under me,

and if I don't put myself
back out there now...

maybe I never will.

Uh, who knows.

Maybe there's someone out there
who feels the same

and, you know, wants to--

[overlapping]
...Share a life together?

Yeah, that, or I was gonna say

just a nice bottle of wine
and a movie?

Oh! Yeah. Yeah.

That sounds more... sane.

Light and spontaneous. Right?

I can't remember the last time
I did something spontaneous.

Doesn't this count?

Yeah. I guess it does.

Well, good.

Look at you.

Look at me.
Look at us.

[chuckling]

[♪♪]

[Zach sighs]

[exhales wearily]

[whump]

[Hannah] Hope you don't mind--
I had to open without you.

I texted.

Did you?

Hmm! I didn't notice.

It looks great, though.

You never let me open solo.

No?

No.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm great. I...

I don't know.
Maybe I'm over-caffeinated?

No.

You're, like, the opposite
of over-caffeinated.

Where's my real boss?

The one who likes to shelve
the aloe plants by height?

She's just trying to be
more open to things.

You know?

But do not touch
the aloe plants.

[door bell jingles]

Want me to get that?

Nah, I got it.

Mom.

Look at this place!

You really did it!

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought it was time

to come and see what
my children have been up to.

And...

I mean, uh, just look at this!

The pots and the plants and...

it's just fantastic.

And you really look the part of
a scrappy young business owner.

Because I am, Mom.
This is not a costume.

No, no.

It sure is not.
Of course. I know that.

It's so great
to see you, Taylor.

I really missed you.

Miss Bloom.

-Oh, hi.
-Hi. I'm Hannah.

Nice to meet you.

Taylor didn't mention
you were coming to Pennfield.

Well, um, I'm--
I'm really just passing through.

In fact, you should come
to my reading

at Between Two Covers--

-Ah.
-...Later this week.

Now it makes sense.

I wanted to invite
you and Zach personally.

Ah, wow. That's so nice.

Sort of how I invited you
to my grand opening.

Oh! I know I so wish
I could've gotten away for that.

Yeah. Yeah, me too, Mom.

It's been a long time.

Well, as a young
business owner yourself,

you understand how crucial it is
to prioritize--

Everything but family, yeah.

Is it Hannah?

Yeah.

-Would you mind--?
-Oh, yeah!

I-I'll just go, uh...

I'm gonna measure
the aloe plants.

Uh...

I am here now, Taylor.

And I really am
looking forward to spending time

with you and your brother.

We have so much to catch up on.

Yeah, well, unfortunately,
I'm really quite busy.

Um...

I don't know,

maybe if you'd called ahead...
or-or ever.

I-I sent birthday cards
and letters.

{chuckles bitterly] Yeah.

Yeah, Zach still hangs those
on the fridge.

I'm sure he'd love to see you.

Look, I'll-- I'll try and come
to your thing.

Okay? I know how
really important it is to you.

Thank you.

But I didn't
just come here for work.

Because we have a lot of things
that we need to discuss.

[chuckles nervously]

Ahem. Important things.

What? Did you decide
to sell the house? Evict Zach?

Yeah. Figured that was coming.

Taylor. No.

Your father trusted me
to do the right thing,

and I will always
take care of you and Zach.

[laughs bitterly]

Mom, you left.

As soon as he died.

We went from having
two loving parents to none,

in the space of a year.

That's not
something you can just fix

with a pitstop
on your book tour.

[♪♪]

Now, look, I'm sorry,

but I really do
have to get back to work,

which I'm sure
you understand.

[♪♪]

[quietly] Yeah.

[♪♪]

[bell jingles]

[♪♪]

Oh!

Oh...

Miss Bloom!

Are you okay?

No, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Ohh...

[♪♪]

I'm calling an ambulance.

No, no, no, don't do that.

I'm fine.

I'm feeling much better already.

Okay, great.

Then that gives me enough time
to drive you to the hospital.

I just over-exerted myself,
that's all.

I'm going to finish
this glass of water,

go back to my penthouse suite,

order room service,

and kick back
for the rest of the night.

That sounds
extremely glamorous.

Unfortunately...

I can't let you leave.

If this is a "Misery" situation,

I want you to know,

I do carry pepper spray
in my purse.

I'm not going to kidnap you

and force you
to write me a book.

Well, that's a relief.

It's just...

[sighs]

I know what those pills are.

My grandpa took the same ones
before he...

The pills...

well, Margot...

you got me there.

The truth is

that I am--

well, I'm on a deadline
for my next book,

and I haven't written
a word in months.

I just found out
that my daughter hates me.

And I think
it's just a little unfair

that I am having
to work through all of that...

while dealing
with a teeny-tiny hiccup

of just recently having had
a heart attack,

and that's
what the pills are for.

Okay, are you having

a teeny-tiny...

heart attack right now?

I don't think so.

[laughs nervously]

You don't think so?

-[door closes]
-Mom?

So you did know.

I was gonna text you.

She wanted to surprise you.

Yeah, well, she did.

She showed up
at The Bloomeria today

and acted like
it hadn't been five years.

And I take it
that it was a warm welcome?

I think
she's really trying, Tay.

Do not "Tay" me.

Were you two co-conspirators
on this?

-Did you plan this whole thing?
-No!

I didn't even know
she was coming.

I just...

I don't know.

Maybe it's time to leave
the past in the past.

Cut her a break.

Yeah, of course,
she tracked you down first.

All right,
what's that mean?

You're just like Dad.

[scoffs]

Okay, first of all,

she didn't track me down.

-Okay, whatever you say.
-And furthermore,

what is wrong
with being like Dad?

Come on, Zach.

You let people
take advantage of you.

All the time.

-That's not true.
-Really?

So you wanna tell me

how many drafts
you've done of these murals?

What, five? Six?

Sometimes,

you just have to cut your losses

and stop holding on
to that tiny shred of hope

that people won't
continually disappoint you.

I...

I didn't come--

I don't-- I don't
want to fight with you.

I'd rather you fight with me
than with Mom.

I'm sorry.

I-I didn't mean--

I think you said
exactly what you meant to say.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I am a pushover,
like Dad.

But I would rather
be that than...

You know she's only here
for her book signing, right?

She didn't come to apologize.

It's not about us.

-I should get back to this.
-Sure.

Zach.

She had five years
to fix all of this.

It's too late.

So, I will tolerate
Mom's presence in Pennfield

because I love you.

But no matter what
you want to believe,

I know
that Mom'll be out of here

as soon as she gets her fill
of her hero worship.

[footsteps recede]

[♪♪]

[Max] I'm listening.

Okay, so, she's never
dated a woman before.

So she's straight.

Aren't we evolved enough

to admit that human sexuality
exists on a spectrum?

Okay, so she's bi?

[stammers] No. I don't
want to assign labels

or make any assumptions, okay?

She said

she's never met a woman
who interests her before.

And sometimes,

you just don't know
until you know. You know?

So again, I ask,
what's the problem?

I just--I don't want
to fall for her if we're--

if we're destined to end up
as platonic friends.

Okay.

There was this...
thing between us.

[chuckles]

You really liked her, huh?

Yeah, of course, I did,

which inevitably means

I'm never gonna
hear from her again.

-Pfft. Come on.
-[phone chimes]

Look, that's probably her.
Go on. Check it.

[message alert chimes]

Go on.

Check it.

"Need to blow off some steam.

Are you up for an adventure
outside of the coffee shop?"

Ooh...

She's asking me out
on a date, right?

Yeah. "An adventure."

That could mean anything.
Is it a date or-or not a date?

Oh! Oh, so now you understand
the value of labels?

I got it. Yeah.

-Not helping!
-Ow, ow, ow. Okay, okay.

So...

just ask her
for some clarification.

But, like...
in a flirty way.

"Flirty" clarification?

-Mm-hmm.
-Okay.

Okay. Yes.

Um...

[sucks air]

I-I don't know
how to do that.

What?

[Hannah]
What's good? Whatcha doing?

Super-cas.

Now I'm actually interested.

I may have gone on a date...
through that app.

You used Classifie?

Boss!

I'm so proud!

What?

Did you totally blow it?

No.

At least...
I don't think I did.

It was supposed to be
a quick coffee

and we talked for three hours.

Hah.

I knew something was up.

You never let me open solo.

Then I asked if they wanted
to go on another date,

and it's been
three blinking dots.

Ouch.

Wait. So that is bad?

Well, not necessarily,

but it's probably
more complicated

than you thought.

Like, I don't know,

maybe he's seeing
multiple people,

and he really likes you,

but he just doesn't want
to lead you on,

in case he really likes
someone else more.

Or he's married.
That's always a possibility.

I don't think so.

You don't know.
People lie.

Well, he's not married,

and he's not dating a lot...

What am I even saying?

Uh...

he...

isn't a he.

[stunned gasp]

What is this for?

First of all,

I'm super proud of you

for embracing
this new possibility.

And second,

getting ghosted by a woman
has got to be so much harder.

Wow.

I'm not getting ghosted.

Am I?

[♪♪]

Hannah!

Okay, I'm just gonna say,
"Would love to see you again.

Is this a date-date
or not a date?"

Right?

Do-- Do-Do not send that.

-No?
-No!

Just give me the phone.
I'll handle this.

-Oh, okay.
-Yeah, I got this.

-[phone rings]
-Oh! No, I gotta get that.

This is Dr. Murray speaking.

I'll be right there.

Bye.

Go. Go. I got this.

I know things might
seem dark right now,

but I-I promise, in time,

you'll find other women.

Or men. Or whatever.

You made real strides today.

You're not gonna pass out,
are you?

I'm not trying
to make this about me.

Okay.

-[knocks]
-What is it?

Is she having a heart attack?
Is she dying?

Just, um,
you can ignore Margot.

Okay. Is this your daughter?

No, no. She's actually
my bookseller.

[laughs]

Oh! Which reminds me,

uh, you should really
come to my book reading.

[laughs]

Yes, um... yes, okay.

-Emilia.
-Hmm?

When you transferred
into my care,

you promised me
that you were gonna--

you were gonna stop drinking,

you were gonna
monitor your diet,

and you were gonna take
your medication religiously.

And you assured me
that you had

the necessary support systems
in place

to help you do that here.

Well, I have, um...

I have Margot!

She is very...

supportive.

And I have you!

I'm your doctor.

Yes! Yes.

Emilia.

I thought the whole point of
receiving treatment in Pennfield

was so that you could be
closer to your family,

for their support.

Why aren't they here?

Yeah.

Well, I am, um,
I am working on that.

Well, your chart indicates
that you're not.

And I'm concerned that you could
have another cardiac event.

Okay, I will do better.

I-I-I will do better, better,
better, better, I promise.

Well, I'm telling you,
at this point,

you have no other option.

A mimosa while you wait,
Ms. Bloom?

Oh! Yes, please.

Actually...

sorry, could you just give me
the juice part?

And...

an herbal tea?

[server] No problem.

-Hi.
-Hi!

Uh... are you being followed?

Am I?

Zach, it's a joke.
Sit down!

Sorry. It's just...

just feels strange,
not inviting Taylor.

I doubt you're gonna
get spotted here,

because, apparently, she never
steps foot outside of her shop.

We still do family dinner.

-Every week.
-You do?

I think you two have been
good for each other.

We didn't really have
a choice, so.

[server] Your juice...

and the tea.

Oh, no, sorry,
she only drinks coffee.

Buckets and buckets of coffee.

No, no, no.
Zach, it's totally fine.

[chuckles]

So herbal-y.

Thank you.

[sighing] Ahh...

Are you okay?

Yeah! No, I'm... so happy

that you were free to come
and join me for breakfast.

Conveniently,
I have no life, so.

You have your work.

-Is that not going well?
-I'm designing

a mural
for Between Two Covers.

You know, the bookstore?

It nearly folded, like,
a couple years ago, I think.

Yeah, seems that
they're having a comeback

if they're commissioning murals

and, you know,
hosting my book reading.

Well, at least one of those
will be a success.

Ohh.

I'm just a little bit stuck
creatively.

Does that ever happen to you?

What am I thinking?

A book a year--
you're a machine.

That is not always
a good thing, Zach.

Your sister--

I mean, she's more like me
than-than she'll ever admit.

You know, she's stubborn
and driven and single-minded,

and, you know, it's why
she's gonna make that shop

a wild success,

but I just hope
that she doesn't neglect

the rest of her life

to see it succeed.

Hmm.

I was thinking maybe you could,
you know, talk to her.

It's not like
I have all the answers.

My personal life's probably
going worse than the mural.

Recent highlights include
an accidental date with my mom.

[Emilia laughs]

Maybe you're just
an analog guy,

like your dad.

He was always
so old-fashioned that way.

I was thinking about
our bowling nights recently.

I have to confess,

I always felt
a tiny bit left out.

Your dad,

he always understood
the need to live and play.

I kind of struggled
with the balance of that.

Hmm.

I know that you still miss him

and I want you to know
that I miss him

still.

Desperately.

And I know I haven't been
a very present parent.

But I'm here now.

Let me try.

I gotta ask. [laughs]

What's with the tea?

Well--

that is just a...
it's a healthier alternative,

so, yeah, and I've-I've also
stopped drinking.

-What?
-[laughs] Yeah.

Hannah, do you know where

the rest of the healing
amethyst crystals are?

I thought we placed our order,
but I can't seem to find any.

Uh, have you checked

wherever you keep
your very tiny fairy lights?

You laugh,

but I do stock
very tiny fairy lights.

Oh, I would be disappointed
if you didn't.

That is...

quite the glass thing.

Uh, special-order terrarium.

-Ah.
-Hi.

Hi.

-You--
-I...

Ah. Thank you.

Um...

you found my shop.

I did. Did you know
that there are very few

artisanal pottery
and plant shops

within walking distance
to Joe's?

Right, right.

Um...

so you aren't ghosting me...

Did you expect me to?

N-No. No.

I, uh...

you know
the three-dots-of-death thing?

Um, my employee--

...told me to abandon all hope.

Oh, no, I-- I'm so sorry
I left you hanging.

I got called into work
last night.

Oh. I mean, yeah,
I totally get it.

I get called into work
all the time for emergencies.

You know,
over-watering emergencies

and-and under-watering.

[chuckles]
I know you're joking, but...

don't downplay what you do.

You've managed to keep

a small business open
in a terrible economy.

That's really impressive.

I tell her that
all the time.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Sorry, I'm-- I'm Hannah.

Oh, yes.

Uh, Franki.

Nice to meet you.

You know, we should, uh,
find a place to talk,

but, um, maybe not here.

Yes. Um...

can I can steal you tonight?

I'm not on call.

I love this.

This is... really good.

-Uh, Hannah...
-[Franki laughs]

...could you maybe go look
for that box of crystals?

[♪♪]

[chuckles]

I, uh, I close up at seven.

7:00.

Um, okay, could you sneak away,
like, an hour early?

I really
want to show you this...

this thing,

but it's kind of time-sensitive.

Um, that's just
a little tough--

[Hannah shouts]
I can close tonight!

In case anybody was wondering.

I will make it work,
apparently.

[laughs] Yeah.

Great.

Okay, I will...
I'll see you then.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Good call, Boss.

She's hot.

Hot doctor.

Stop.

9-1-1, I've got a fever,

and her name is Dr. Franki.

You know what
a second date means, right?

We should probably
have a talk.

[♪♪]

[groans] Oh, Madeleine,
Madeleine, Madeleine.

I am gonna need
your stiffest Shirley Temple.

You're sure I can't tempt you
with a glass of wine?

It's nearly happy hour.

[inhales]

No, thank you.

This book
isn't gonna write itself.

Excuse me, Miss,
is this seat taken?

Depends who's asking.

Your biggest admirer.

Brian Thompson?

Yup.

-Is that you?
-Yup.

What?

Oh, my gosh, hello!

-Oh.
-[laughing happily]

Welcome home, Em.

Thank you.

[♪♪]

So, this is why you asked me
to leave the clogs at the shop?

Well, it's not
a super challenging hike.

Just enough
to get the blood flowing.

Okay, just
for your information,

I'm not super outdoorsy.

Most kids, they go camping.

I went bowling with my dad.

Are you in?

I can't believe
you have my very first.

I mean, and this is
in absolutely perfect,

perfect condition.

You've obviously not read it.

Of course,
I read your book, Em.

Really?

Yeah, I read all your books.

I saved this one
for an inscription,

if you would do me the honor.

Of course,

but first,
you owe me an explanation.

Huh. What do you mean?

How did you know
I was staying here?

[chuckles]

Between Two Covers.

Is Margot going around,
telling people my business?

No.

She did, however,

tell her employer
where to find you.

You own the bookstore?

-Mm-hmm, yeah.
-What?

You're kinda
responsible for that.

I used to read
those short stories you wrote.

Oh. Oh... those were bad.

They were fantastic,

and they got me hooked.

I started spending
way too much time reading

while gradually growing
to resent my actual job.

Which was?

Accountant.

[laughs]

[ruefully] I know.

Sorry.

But I'm really good
at balancing the books now.

So, what made you decide
to buy the bookstore?

Some people go through
a mid-life crisis.

After my divorce,

Between Two Covers was mine.

Ah...

No.

No infidelity, no kids,
nothing like that.

Nothing for your next book.

[laughs]

I just came to realize

that I was more excited

about the prospect
of saving a community treasure

than I was...

saving my own marriage,

and, ironically,

for once, my ex
was on the same page.

I have to confess,

I wasn't sure that Pennfield
would ever get you back

after your husband passed.

Ms. Bloom.

Ah, thank you.

What are you drinking?

Oh, this is a Shirley Temple.

A Shirley Temple?

Yeah.

[chuckles mirthlessly]

Well, I'm working,
and I'm... you know...

[sighs]

I'm trying a whole new...

diet.

Why?

You're-you're stunning.

You're as stunning
as you ever were.

Oh,

well, thank you.

Um... [chuckling] but no.

It's just, um... yeah.

It's not a vanity thing.

Just...

Is it a health thing?

Wow.

Not too bad, right?

I mean...

Please tell me
I don't have to start hiking

on the regular.

Sometimes,
it's worth the effort.

[chuckles]

[sighs] I gotta be honest,

I really don't know
what I'm doing.

Yeah, well,

it's just one foot
in front of the other, really.

I am not talking
about the hiking.

Yeah, I know.

Franki,

you are amazing,

in every way...

But?

No-- [sighs]

[text message buzzes]

I wouldn't be so worried

if I wasn't convinced

I was gonna somehow
screw this up.

Well,

if that's your main concern...

I can promise you

that we all screw it up
at some point.

Well, that's comforting.

[chuckling]
Just being honest.

That doesn't scare me.

That makes one of us.

[♪♪]

[Hannah] Hey, Zach.
Long time no see.

Hey.

Is Taylor in the back?

No.

No...

Is she doing a delivery
or something?

Don't think so.

Huh.

She's not answering my texts.

Nobody's answering my texts.

I guess Taylor's pretty busy.

But not with work.

See, that's very unlike Taylor.

What's going on, Hannah?

I know you know.

How's your, uh...

mural going, Zach?

You know about that?

I got my sources.

Ears in the street.

It's...

it's going good,

it's going really well,
great, mm-hmm.

-Hmm.
-Top-notch.

Okay, well, just tell Taylor
I came by, all right?

I'm making dinner this week.

Whatever she wants.

But that would actually require
her to answer my messages.

That app is a plague.

It only works if you work it.

Yeah, yeah.

Hmm.

I cannot believe
how long it's been.

I really didn't mean
to stay away as long as I did.

It's just once I was gone,

it was easier not to feel
his crushing absence

every single second
of every single day.

We built a life here together.

We built a home.

We shared our first kiss
right across the street.

I can see
how that would be difficult.

Impossible...

...and the kids
don't understand.

I did not leave to hurt them.

I left so that
they wouldn't have to live

with all of my pain.

They had enough of their own
to deal with.

And did you explain it
to them like that?

Well, I mean,
Taylor wouldn't let me, and...

Besides,

I'm just really not good
at these conversations.

Andy was always the one
that comforted them.

You've just got to find a way
to talk to Taylor.

If she's anything like you,
she'll understand.

Once you get past
the bristly, angry part.

Good luck to me.
[chuckles ruefully]

Right.

I'm sorry.

You know what,

I really didn't mean
to unload all of this on you.

I should've just
signed your book

and let you--

let you go on your way.

I don't feel that way.

I think we both know

that I've always
had a thing for you.

Really?

-[laughs]
-Yeah.

It just,

if felt wrong bringing it up
with your husband.

Oh, please, he knew, too.

Why do you think
he proposed so quickly?

I knew it.

See? You snooze,
you lose, buddy.

That's the way it goes.

It's nice to think

that we still have time
to make new choices.

You know, me,
with the bookstore.

You with your kids.

Well, I certainly know

that it's on me
to make things right.

After my heart attack,

I realized,

"Oh, maybe I don't have
all the time in the world

to find my way back there,

and then my kids
will never know...

[chuckles ruefully]
...why I left."

[sighing] Oh, god...

Hey... you okay?

No, no, no, it's not that.

I--

let me take you back
to the hotel.

You know what,

if you don't mind,

I think I have a better idea.

[Zach] Taylor, Is that you?

Hi, honey!

Mom!

All right,

call me if you need anything.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

[sighs]

I'm home!

So, you're moving in?

Uh... you offered, didn't you?

Yeah, and you turned me down.

I thought you were leaving town
right after your reading.

I never said that.

No, I think that, um...

I think there are
some reasons

that I should
stick around for a while.

It's not because of
that guy, right?

I mean,
where'd you even meet him?

Technically?

The hotel bar.

Mom!

You've got to be careful.

He could be trying to scam you?

I mean, you're kind of
a high-profile person

around here.

Oh, just around here?

I was looking for
international notoriety.

You know what I mean.

He's not trying
to scam me, Zach.

He's an old friend.

I know,

it's weird to think that
I had a life before kids,

but I did.

-[chuckling] Mom...
-Zach, Zach, Zach, Zach, Zach.

I did not come here
to talk about Brian, okay?

[exhales nervously]

I should have told you this
right from the start.

I didn't come to Pennfield
for a stop on my book tour.

I asked my publisher

to find a reason
to send me here

because I needed
to see you and your sister.

What's going on?

I had a heart attack.

A heart attack?

A few months ago.

Mom.

But don't worry.

I am being treated,
by an excellent specialist.

It's just that the whole
recovery thing

apparently is...

could take longer
than I expected, and...

[scoffs]

[scoffing]

I can't believe
you had a heart attack

and didn't tell us.

Now you're mad?

No, I'm not mad,

I'm furious.

I wanted to tell you earlier,

but your sister--

No, no, don't blame her!

I know she gives you
a hard time,

but that was your choice.

We've always been living

with the repercussions
of your choices.

I mean, you think
you're protecting us,

but by keeping
a distance from us,

you're just
driving the wedge deeper.

I'm sorry, Zach.

Clearly, this was a bad idea.

Clearly.

I mean, it was a bad idea,

and I knew it was a bad idea,
and I should just--

Right, well,
there you go again,

walking away,
just like Taylor would say.

Put your bags down, Mom.

Right, this isn't a debate.

[♪♪]

Zach, you are
such a gifted artist.

Then why am I eating this
so hard?

I've made half a dozen versions.

They've all been rejected

by this mystery owner
of Between Two Covers.

Well, I'm sure that he--
or she--

knows how capable you are.

It's just a matter of...

you know, reconceptualizing.

I think I'm gonna tell them
to find another artist.

What?

Mom, you can tell me.

I don't want to wear out
my welcome that quickly.

Mom...

Your dad was always
so good at this.

He always knew what to say,
when to say it,

how to say it.

[sighs]

I mean, it really was
because of him

that I finished my first book.

[chuckles]

Yeah, I think
he's the only reason

I ever finished art school.

See?

I mean, sometimes,

I feel like
I'm trying to be helpful,

but it just comes off
as criticism.

Well, that's not
entirely inaccurate,

but this time,

I am asking for your feedback.

So,

lay it on me.

Well...

just maybe
you're focusing too much

on the business.

You know, where are people
that make Pennfield special

and unique?

You know, not the--
not the dead, famous authors,

but the real
flesh-and-blood people.

Hmm.

Thanks, Mom.

All right.

So, now that
I have solved your problem,

I need you to help me with mine.

So, now that we've established

I am completely capable

of opening and closing
on my own,

I think it's time

for a serious discussion
regarding my compensation.

Aren't you getting
a little ahead of yourself?

Too many women
sell themselves short

with salary negotiations.

Hannah, you're not wrong,

and I would love
to give you a raise,

but I'm just--

I'm stretched
as thin as I can right now.

So, what you're saying is

if profits go up,
I get my raise?

You make it sound so easy.

[Hannah] No worries, boss.

I got you.

So, another date
with the hot doc?

What's it this time?

Movie under the stars?

Conceptual pottery class?

Are you adopting a cat together?

Slow down.

We've only had
a handful of dates.

I don't know,

I believe
that's a very typical timeline

for co-parenting a cat
with another woman.

[Taylor] Uh-huh.

I will see you
first thing tomorrow.

Don't burn the place down.

Okay, I only saged it once.

And the fire was completely--

--contained.

All right, family dinner,
let's do this.

For once, I have a lot
to fill you in on.

[♪♪]

Hey, honey,
I hope you don't mind,

I am cooking tonight.

What is going on?

Mom's kind of, uh,
staying here now.

You set me up.

No, no, no, no,
no one set anybody up.

It's family dinner tonight,

and I'm part of the family...

still.

You know, I had a lot that
I needed to talk to you about,

alone.

Tay, come on.

It's one dinner.

See you next week.

Taylor.

You're gonna make me chase you?

Come on, Tay, wait.

Look, I should've told you
she was here,

but I didn't think you'd come.

Of course, I wouldn't have!

I thought I made myself
perfectly clear.

You can make nice with her
all you want.

I am not interested.

There are things
she wants to tell you,

needs to tell you, okay,

and I can't...

I can't choose
between you two anymore.

[scoffs]

Look, this isn't
what Dad would've wanted,

for any of us.

I'm not ready.

I...

I just, I really wanted
to talk to my brother tonight.

And you still can.

Do you really want to play
fake, happy family

all dinner?

No.

Okay, no dinner.

Change of plans.

[♪♪]

[Taylor] Hey, not bad!

You have impeccable form,

and, uh, really bad aim.

Why do I remember being
so much better at this?

Because Dad always
let us use bumpers.

No, he didn't.

Yeah, he did,

until you hit puberty,

and started growing a mustache.

My turn.

Watch and learn, bro.

[laughs] No...

-Mm-hmm.
-No.

It's all in the walk.

I don't know her.

What?

Thank you very much.

That looked ridiculous.

That does not count.

Zachary, Zachary, Zachary.

You gotta just find
what works for you

and quit worrying
what it looks like

to everyone else.

Okay, Yoda.

[chuckles]

No Slushie for you.

Yeah?

Zach...

this was a really good idea.

Mostly because I'm winning.

Okay.

Oh!

That's right.

Margot.

[chuckles]

I guess the bowling league
lured you back in, huh?

Or you're here with a, um...?

Bowling league?

Yeah, guilty as charged.

Actually,

I've been planting
the seeds of revolution.

Trying to unseat
the power-tripping despot

who runs it.

Oh, yeah.

I can see that.

You know, I could always, uh,

infiltrate the team

and help bring him down
or something.

[scoffs]

Actually, I'd love that.

Great. I'll put it
on my calendar.

[laughing]

Hey, Zach, you ready to go?

Yeah. Margot, this is Taylor,

my sister.

Yeah, uh, Taylor,
this is Margot,

she manages the bookstore.

It is really nice to meet you.

I'm super impressed with
what you've done with the place.

Oh, thanks.

It'll be even better
once Zach's mural is up.

Yeah, about that.

Um, I think I may have
something for you soon.

Really?

-Really?
-Yeah,

Mom helped me with it, weirdly.

Well, I, uh,

I can't wait to see it,

and I'll keep you in the loop
about the, uh,

the revolution.

Yes. Revolución.

[laughs]

[they chuckle awkwardly]

Well, uh,
have a good, uh, bowl...

[muttering awkwardly]

Thanks.

It's so nice meeting you.

-Yeah.
-We're gonna go now.

-Bye.
-I'll... I'll send you the--

Yup. He'll do the thing.

Bye!

[Zach] I can't believe
I said that--

What happened to you back there!

I don't know!

It just came out of my mouth.

Oh, my gosh.

You should ask her out,

but, like,
on a real date, please?

Don't take her bowling.

It is not romantic.

Yeah, I don't think
she's interested.

She's definitely interested.

Yeah, you don't know
this girl.

She's got
a very strong opinion

about women's independence,
I'm telling you.

She also had a very strong
opinion about your butt.

[laughing] No.

We're not going there.
We're not discussing that.

Why not?

Well, first off,

since when did are you
the authority on dating?

You haven't dated anybody
since, what, college?

I'm actually
seeing someone now.

No, you aren't.

I am.

I swear.

It's, uh... it's new,

but it's actually
going really well.

Taylor!
[laughing fondly]

That's why
I freaked out about dinner.

I wanted to tell you.

What, you didn't want
Mom to know

you were dating someone?

I didn't want Mom to know

that I am dating a woman.

Oh.

Not...
Not because she's a she.

Just...

Like, Mom and I don't have
that kind of relationship.

I can't talk to her
about the big stuff.

Well, maybe
she can't talk to you, either.

Either way,

I don't need her
pretending to care.

I wouldn't hate some help
from you, though.

Can you please say something?

I don't know what to say.

I mean...

does it really matter?

Does it make a difference?

I mean, I don't care
if you date a woman,

or a man, or both,

just as long as whoever it is

is good to you.

Did I say the wrong thing?

You said
exactly the right thing.

You're the first person
I've told,

besides Hannah.

You told Hannah before me?

I may or may not
have briefly spiraled.

[laughs]

Well, I think it's great.

So, what will I refer
to this woman as?

I can't just keep calling her
"this woman".

-Franki.
-Okay.

Francesca.

Um, from Classifie.

You didn't.

I definitely did.

[cell phone rings]

Yeah, you should take that.

She probably thinks
I murdered you

and absconded with the body.

Ha ha.

Hey, Mom.

Yeah, it's fine, we're just...

Yes.

We'll be right there.

We gotta go.

That was Pennfield General.

Mom's just been admitted.

Oh, my gosh.

Mom!

You had a heart attack
and you weren't gonna tell us?

Oh. Dr. Murray,
these are my children.

My son, Zach,

and my daughter, Taylor.

Hi. Dr. Francesca Murray.
Nice to meet you.

Are you kidding me right now?

-Taylor?
-Zach.

Perhaps we should discuss
your mother's condition.

-Yes.
-Yes, please.

Uh, excuse me, yes,
very interested,

but, um, first,

could someone tell me
who this is?

That's Brian.

I'm an old friend
of your mother's.

Great. Now that
that's perfectly clear.

Taylor, please,
Dr. Murray was going to--

Would you prefer
if we spoke in private?

No, no, no.

No, I am done
keeping secrets from them.

That is what got me here
in the first place.

[Franki] Well, Based on
what I'm seeing,

Emilia is no longer
suffering from a heart attack.

[sighs in relief]

She is, however, suffering
from a panic disorder,

which could trigger
many of the same symptoms,

shortness of breath,
tightness in the chest.

The good news is,

that it doesn't cause
the same sort of physical damage

to the heart muscle,

and now that we know
what's going on,

we can more effectively
treat it.

Well, you were
pretty upset earlier,

could that cause
a panic attack?

Emotional upset
can absolutely be a factor.

Yes.

Okay, so, uh,
so it's our fault then,

or my fault, rather.

Right?
Right, Franki?

Uh, there can be any number
of contributing factors.

Wait, this is good news, right?

Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait, Franki?
Like, Franki Franki?

Did you know
that she was Mom's doctor?

Till 20 minutes ago,

I didn't even know
Mom had a doctor.

What am I missing here?

[Taylor] You know what,
I am gonna go get some air.

Does anyone need anything?

No? Good.

Zach, will you go
check on your sister, please?

-Yeah.
-You know what, let me.

You should stay with your mom.

What is going on there?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Okay, but they know each other.

Yeah, no, it seems like it,
doesn't it?

Yeah,

but she's a cardiologist,

and your sister pots plants.

I mean, they don't exactly,
you know,

move around
in the same circles.

Maybe we should just put
the oxygen back on.

They'll be back in a minute.
We can--

But they're friends!

Mm-hmm, yeah, no,
it looks like that, yeah--

Like, friends
with palpable tension.

Hmm.

Are they involved?

Should I get a nurse?
Are you okay?

No, do not get a nurse.

My daughter
is dating a doctor.

[♪♪]

[Franki]
I didn't make the connection

until she listed you
as her emergency contact.

You never talk about your mom.

My last name wasn't
a giant red flag for you?

No, it wasn't,

"Rooting4U."

Right.

Even if I had found out sooner,

I don't regret
getting to know you.

I wouldn't take that back
for anything.

She listed me
as her emergency contact?

You and your brother.

We've barely spoken in years.

I know I'm just
getting to know Emilia,

and I know she puts on
a tough front,

but I think she's got
a lot of regrets.

Well, she should.

She came a long way
to seek this treatment.

She could have gone
to another specialist

in another city,

and she didn't.

She came here

to be near you.

Hmm.

You didn't tell me
you were a therapist, too.

Taylor.

How would you feel

if it had been
another heart attack?

Is this how you'd want
to leave things with your mom?

You know, you said so yourself,
you're just getting to know her.

I have had
decades of experience.

Panic disorder?

No, it's Emilia
got her feelings hurt,

and then she called
a doting admirer

to come comfort her,

and now the whole
rest of the world

has to stop to accommodate her.

You're wrong...

Wow.

...and you're being
sort of cynical,

which is not your best look.

If that's
what you think of me--

That's how you're behaving.

How about I just make it
really easy for us then.

From now on,
let's just stick to our jobs.

[♪♪]

Finished all my tasks...

Thanks.

...and got a head start
on inventory...

Sounds good.

...and since you're suddenly
all checked out,

I'll be heading up
our new marketing push myself.

Great, thanks.

Wait...

What new marketing push?

Look, boss, it's clear to me

you've got a lot of life stuff
you're dealing with right now,

so I'm more than happy

to take on the store stuff
for a while.

Hannah,

what did you do, exactly?

[clicks app on]

We are expanding
our digital footprint.

"Plant moms
and plant daddies--"

"Plant daddies"?

Well, I was gonna go for
"All my plant-loving gnomies,"

you know, to be more inclusive,

but it was over the word count.

"Go green and shop local.

Present this at checkout

for 10% off your next purchase
at The Bloomeria"?

That's gonna cut into
our bottom line.

All I'm asking
is for you to give it a chance.

Increased foot traffic

will more than make up
for the discount.

Um, what increased
foot traffic?

I just posted it today.

You've gotta have
more faith in people.

They showed up
for other businesses

that posted on Classifie.

They'll show up for us.

Then you can give me my raise.

I will leave it up for a day.

Not ideal,

but I can work with that.

You do remember
I own this place, yeah?

Yes,

and on that note,

I was hoping to petition you

for a slight alteration
to the schedule.

I would like to leave
earlier today.

Like, approximately now.

Now?

Yeah, there's an event
I'd like to attend.

[sighs]

It's my Mom's
book-signing, isn't it?

Sorry,

I've been obsessed
with your mom's spy novels

ever since my aunt

inappropriately
gifted them to me

thinking they were travel guides
for young adults.

It's fine. Go.

Have a nice time.

You're the best.

Yeah.

I'm gonna say something,

and hope you don't
fire me, okay?

Well, I haven't fired you yet,
have I?

Some people don't have moms,
you know?

Let alone wildly creative

and complicated type moms

that don't just tell you,
but also show you

how you could be whatever
you want to be when you grow up.

Look, Hannah,
I know you mean well--

I'm just saying,
that those types of people

that don't have those moms,

they end up seeking out

unconventional
female mentorship,

like, at their part-time job,
for example...

She left me.

I know,

but...

look.

I mean, look how much
your world has grown,

and maybe hers has, too,

and that's why she's back.

Really, how are you gonna know,
unless you just, you know...

talk to her?

Am I fired?

No.

No, you're not fired.

You're right.

You should go.

Have a great time.

And Hannah?

Mom or no mom,

you still managed to become

one of the best people
that I know.

Okay.

[shop bell jingles]

[Max] All right, that's it.

If you're deleting the app,
I'm deleting the app.

It's not the app's fault
I fell for-

A narcissist
with Mommy problems?

You haven't even met her.

No, no,
but as your best friend,

it's my job
to blindly protect you.

So I'm assuming
this is entirely on her,

and you're a blameless angel,
my friend.

Okay, well,

I may have overstepped a little
with the unsolicited advice.

What?
No, you give great advice.

Thank you.

That'll be a real comfort to me
when I'm old and alone.

[laughs]

I don't know, old?
Maybe.

Alone? Never.

I will be on this barstool
whenever you need me.

I mean, unless I meet
my dream guy,

in which case,

we'll still invite you over,
like, all the time.

[tsks] Aw...

Whoa, whoa, whoa...
[laughs]

Hey, hey, you wanna cut it out
with the PDA?

Hmm?

People are gonna think
we're a couple.

You're right.

Hey, um,

since you've got
the evening off,

I say we double down,

order something really poisonous
and hard to pronounce.

Yeah.

-[text message chimes]
-Oh.

I take it that wasn't
Mommy Problems?

No.

Look, it's her loss.

Okay?

Yeah.

[firmly] Yeah.

All right,

what are we ordering?

Actually, would you be
my plus one to something?

Um... yes.

Okay.

[♪♪]

Admiring your hard work?

Our hard work.

Thanks for pitching in.

There's no way I could have
pulled this off alone.

Thank goodness, the owner
finally got out of his own way.

Well, it might have helped

that he's got a soft spot
for my mom.

Not at all.

I mean, I absolutely
adore Emilia.

I didn't do you any favors.

Your mural is spectacular, Zach.

It announces that
it's always been the people

that make Pennfield so special.

The town deserves it.

It's why I bought the bookstore
in the first place.

[Emilia]
I think there's still room

for a little cameo

of Pennfield's
most celebrated author.

[chuckling]

So... did you talk
to your sister?

She isn't coming, Mom.

I texted, I called.

It's been radio silence.

Hey, it's gonna be
a full house.

Dozens of adoring fans.

Em, why don't I
get you set up in the back,

relax a little bit
before we open the floodgates?

Great.

Well, I hope you are as happy
with the final product

as we are.

Mm, actually...

What?

You can't be serious.

I don't think I accurately
captured your essence.

Oh, really?

And what is my essence,
exactly, hmm?

Neurotic bookworm?

Brainy, persistent, original.

All the qualities

that would convince a guy

who hasn't had
much luck with love

to take a shot
and ask the girl out.

Please don't say you have to
run that by your boss.

I think that is a really...

solid proposal...

...and I'm in.

Uh...

did we just
make that happen?

I think that might be
Brian's very subtle way

of telling me to go do my job.

[chuckles] Right.

Find me after?

Definitely.

[chuckles]

[clears throat nervously]

Zach!

-Dr. Murray!
-Hey.

I didn't know you were coming.

Honestly, I didn't either,

until Emilia sent me the invite.

I wasn't sure I'd be welcome.

Of course you are,

but, um, I don't think
Taylor's going to show up, so...

but, hey, if you wouldn't mind,

would you maybe

-help me keep an eye on Mom?
-Yeah.

Make sure she doesn't overdo it.

Franki,

have you seen this?

I'm gonna sue for infringement.

Infringement on what?

My impeccable jawline,
for starters.

-[laughing]
-Okay, technically,

that's covered
under artistic license, so...

Does she know
that you painted her?

She's been pretty distant
since the hospital.

I take it she hasn't...

No.

You wanna know the worst thing
about my sister?

Besides her bowling technique.

Her clogs?

[chuckles]

Hmm...

[chuckling]

The person
she's best at punishing

is herself.

Yup.

[Margot] Good evening,
dear book lovers.

Without further ado,

Between Two Covers
is thrilled to introduce

a woman who needs
no introduction,

Pennfield's very own
Queen of Romance,

author Emilia Bloom.

[applause and cheers]

Hello, hello.

[excited cheering]

-[cheering continues]
-Aw, thank you so much.

Thank you, Margot,

and a special thank you
to Between Two Covers

for hosting me tonight.

I look forward to signing
everyone's copies of my books...

[laughs]

...after I have read
an excerpt

from my latest novel,

"The Problem with Prague."

Well, I have done this
a few thousand times,

but tonight
just feels different.

Um...

Since coming home to Pennfield,

I've just, uh, felt...

Well, it's been, um...

it's been an awakening.

I left Pennfield
five years ago,

after my husband passed away.

Well, left.

Fled.

The semantics are debatable.

The reality is

that I, uh...

I abandoned my children.

They were grown children,

but, um...

I stranded them
to handle their grief alone,

and for that I am very sorry.

The thing is,

I really am not trying
to make excuses here,

but I could not imagine
spending the rest of my life

in the place
that I'd raised my family

without their father by my side.

I assume
you've all read my books?

[murmurs and chuckles
of agreement]

Sometimes--

well, often--

I write about love

more nimbly
than I manage it for myself,

and I have missed out
on so much

while I've been away.

This mural behind me,

this was painted

by my extraordinarily
talented son.

He is an artist,

like me,

but he sculpts his worlds
with shape and color

instead of dusty, old words...

...and he always sees
the best in everyone,

even when they let him down...

...and there I go
talking about myself again...

[laughter]

But that is a thing

that my daughter
might say about me,

and, you know, she is not wrong,

but she, too, is a bit of chip
off the old block,

and she is living proof

that, sometimes,
being stubborn and driven

is not a bad thing,

because without any help
from anyone,

least of all me,

she has opened "The Bloomeria,"

just down the street,

a beautiful plant store.

You should all go down there

and see what her hard work
and vision has created...

[applause]

...and I wish she knew
how proud I am

of every brave choice

she has made for herself.

I just wish
she would reconsider

calling it off
with my cardiologist,

and I am happy to accept
a referral elsewhere

if that's what it takes.

All of that to say,

that going forward,

in my personal life
and with my writing,

I want to pay tribute

to the more complicated
love stories

that surround us,

because they're not
all flawless.

They're not all romantic.

They're not all expected.

And I don't need
to transport myself

or my readers

to some far-flung country

to find those love stories.

Sometimes, they're just
right around the corner.

Sometimes,

it's even on Classifie.

[laughter]

"Local Author

Ready to Bloom
Where She's Planted."

[muttering]
That sounds oddly familiar.

"Just back in town

and hoping to connect
with familiar faces

and new friends alike.

Let's write
a beautiful story together.

My chat is open."

[cheering and applause]

All right,
shall we get started?

[crowd shouts] Yes!

[chuckles] Okay.

"The Problem With Prague."

Chapter One.

"Her body ached.

A constellation
of fading bruises

stretched from her right hip,
up along..."

[♪♪]

Cheers.

Flower queen comin' through!

Beautiful.

Right here, my dear.

Hey, Mom,

you planning on joining us
anytime soon?

Yes, absolutely,

just, sometimes,

you have to get it down
when the inspiration strikes.

Making progress, then?

Ooh, I don't want
to jinx it, so...

no, absolutely not.

Have you given my question
any more thought?

The "Do I want to move home?"
question?

I have, and definitely not.

Business is picking up.

Oh, my book-signing
appeal perhaps?

Hannah's ad.

We're rolling in plant parents
and "garden gnomies",

or whatever she called them.

She's more than earned
her raise,

and your boyfriend

has brought a very nice
bottle of wine with him.

He is not my boyfriend,
he's just--

[together]
--an old college friend.

Sure, Mom.

Funny, though,

Zach did mention

that you haven't been home
most nights

when he goes to bed,

even when he's out late
with Margot.

Hmm.

Well, your brother and I

are gonna need to have
a little chat

about what percentage
of my royalties

he can expect to inherit

if he can't learn
to keep his mouth shut.

-[doorbell rings]
-Can you get that?

I need to have a little chat
with your brother.

Yeah.

So...

what have you
been telling them?

[laughs]

Don't tell my girlfriend

that I went to the other
plant shop in town.

Your girlfriend
will forgive you this time.

Good.

[♪♪]

Mm.

How are things going
with your mom?

She's trying, I'm trying.

We're all just...

"Blooming where you're planted?"

-Oh...
-[laughing]

Zach is never gonna
live that down, is he?

No, never!

I love it.

Um, excuse me!

Hi, ladies, sorry to interrupt.

Is this Emilia Bloom's house?

Is she on some Map of the Stars
or something?

Does Pennfield have
a Map of the Stars?

[squeals] Ah!
I thought that was you!

There she is!

Oh, ladies, this is not
some crazed fan.

This is my editor, Graham!

I'm so glad you could make it.

[kisses] Well,

my bestselling author
promised me a new book.

-Yes.
-How's it going?

It's coming, it's coming,

and I am doing
something different.

I'm going to tell you
all about it after dinner.

This is about to get
really interesting.

Why is that?

He is totally Max's type.

-Oh, really?
-Yeah.

Then we should go get
good seats.

Yes.

It's so good to see you.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]