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FIONA
Michelle makes the plans on the app for me to meet up with Michael—the cute guy with a dog, for the following night.
I’m nervous enough as it is, that I nearly drop my clutch on the sidewalk outside the restaurant when my phone rings. Michelle’s face light’s up the screen. I debate sending her call to voicemail, but a part of me know that she will probably keep calling until I pick up. It’s probably better to be a little late now, then have my phone blowing up at the table.
“Where are you?” She asks by way of greeting.
“I’m outside the restaurant,” I say, my gaze sweeping the crowd inside through the window. My eyes stop on the unmistakable figure of my date.
He’s taller than I imagined, and his hair is a little bit longer than what it looked like in the photo. I imagine running my fingers through his dark, locks as his tongue runs it way up my—
“Okay, I’m just checking that you don’t chicken out,” Michelle says, interrupting my thoughts.
“How can I?” I ask, ignoring the heat pooling between my legs. “I’m sure you’re somehow tracking my phone somehow.”
Michelle is quiet on the other end of the line. Her silence is as good as an admission.
“You’re tracking my phone?” I hiss angerly, trying not to draw attention to a handful of people standing around outside the restaurant smoking.
“Not in a weird creepy stalker way.”
“What other way is there?”
“Umm,” she quiet on the other end and I can just imagine the little crease forming between her brow as she tries to come up with something. “You’re safety?”
“Nice save,” I grumble.
“Will you stop goofing around. You’re late and you don’t want to make him wait any longer.”
“You called me,” I inform her.
“Okay, bye. Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
I hang up on her and stuff my phone back into my clutch. I check out my date in the window again, but find my gaze locking with his. His smile is nearly as bright as it was in the photo and he waves to me.
“You can do this, Fi,” I say to myself.
I think about how Cherry felt in chapter two when she met up with some of the guys she was paired with on her app. Hopefully, I won’t have deal with some of the comically awkward first couple dates she has and kisses a few frogs before she finds her prince.
I make my way inside, slowly pushing through the crowd of people gathering around each of the high-top tables.
Michael stands to greet me when I get to him. He leans down and gives me a quick hug and peck on the cheek. The stubble on his cheek tickles and my mind wanders again to where else it would tickle.
“I was starting to worry,” he says in a light teasing tone.
“You were?”
“I thought maybe you took one look at me and was debating whether to run.”
“Oh no, that’s not it at all,” I say, and he smiles at my assurances. “My sister called to make sure that I was here.”
His dark eyebrows lift in surprise. “Was there a chance you weren’t?”
Oh no, way to put your foot in it, Fi.
“I have to be honest. I’ve never actually gone out with anyone I met on a dating app before, so I was a little bit nervous.”
