Page 3 of Fiona
I roll my eyes. “It’s not like anyone is going to match up with me.”
As if on cue, suddenly there are three rapid pings on Michelle’s phone and then two more. She holds up her phone, so I can see it. They are notifications that guys are reacting to my profile.
“You were saying?” She smiles smugly.
I take the phone from her and swipe through the pictures. Stopping on one guy with a picture of him laughing as his dog—I’m assuming it’s his dog—licking his face. I love animals, especially dogs. But because of Michelle’s allergies growing up, my parents refused whenever I begged and pleaded for a dog of my own.
Quinn words about life imitating art play again in my head and I can’t stop my mind from wondering what if? I know its fiction, but what if I can find the right guy just like Cherry? Someone who doesn’t look at me like I’m some kind of weirdo for making it twenty-four years and not having sex. Someone I can have my own happily ever after with.
“This is crazy.” I shake my head and put down the phone. “I’m not doing this.”
Jess rests her elbows on the table and leans close. “The train is here. You don’t want it to leave the station again, do you?”
