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Occasionally funny, always punctual.
Owns three decks of cards and an embarrassing number of coffee mugs.
Weekends are for hiking, catching up on documentaries, and losing to my nieces at Uno.
Looking for someone who enjoys wit, honesty, and carbs.
A small, involuntary smile tugs at my lips.
Corporate accountant.
Steady. Predictable. He probably files his taxes on time and has a favorite Excel function.
And for the first time ever, that sounds amazing.
There’s comfort in the idea of someone who won’t disappear into the night or leave chaos in his wake.
Maybe that’s what I want. Not sparks or smolder. But… safety. Predictability.
I picture a Saturday morning. Messy hair, coffee mugs, and an Uno rematch.
It sounds like peace.
To:CardCounter42
Hi Andrea, Thanks for your message.
Honestly, after reading some of the others I’ve received, you’re either a clever catfish or my only reason for not deleting this app… or both.
If your blackjack offer still stands, I might take you up on it. Hope you’ll overcome your texting anxiety and write back.
Isa
My fingers hover over the send button, hesitating.
Not because I don’t want to message him, but because part of me doesn’t trust good things to last. And I want something that lasts. Someone who sticks around… forever.
But if I don’t put myself out there, I’ll never find it.
So here goes nothing.
Send.
And just like that, something shifts inside me.
Suddenly, I’m a little less jaded, and a little more hopeful.
Andrea could be a maybe in a sea of nos.
Chapter Seventeen
Isabella
Over the next two weeks, things with Andrea are progressing steadily.
Steady feels safe. Safe is smart. Smart is… not thrilling, but it’s reliable, and reliable is starting to look a lot like freedom.
So far, I like Andrea. He might be exactly what I need.
