Carrie looked across the bar. And there he was. Peter. Tall, graying at the temples, wearing a brown corduroy jacket that was either very Brooklyn or very sexy. He was alone, reading a book— actual paper —and sipping bourbon.
"What are you doing here?"
Harry had handled it beautifully. "Okay, Rock. Pass the peas."
"I'm not ready."
Miranda's heart did something stupid. Something college-aged. She typed back before her brain could stop her: "Me too."
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Just Like That… S01e09 M4p — And
Carrie looked across the bar. And there he was. Peter. Tall, graying at the temples, wearing a brown corduroy jacket that was either very Brooklyn or very sexy. He was alone, reading a book— actual paper —and sipping bourbon.