“Dickhead,” Tyler spat out. “What did you do?”
I laughed. “Walked away, which he didn’t like. Especially when I pretended not to hear him calling after me.”
Tyler snort-laughed. “That was pure poetry, my friend.”
I lifted a grass-stained shoulder. “To be fair, I do understand that he was frustrated. Iwasthirty minutes late.”
“That was because Jackson bent the shit out of his ankle and you had to stay with him and the paramedics. You messaged him, though, right?”
“Yeah. Still… I think it was just one of those wrong place, wrong time sort of things.”
“Damn. Sorry, dude.”
“Worse, he’s a chef and had just picked out a massive bone-in rib eye. You should’ve seen it,” I said, approximating its size with my hands.
“You do love a good rib eye.” Tyler scratched his nose, sending me a look. “In the limited profile that he got from you, do you think yours mentioned that you liked steak?”
I nodded. “Pretty sure. The info I got on him came from the same section.”
“So, he was paying attention, but then his hearing went out and he decided to go with a shitty joke.”
“Yep. Though… he did apologize about that part. Immediately. And he looked super frustrated with the hearing situation.”
“Was he at least hot?”
I let out a long whistle.
“That good, huh?”
“He had tattoos on his neck and down his hands.”
“Was he mean looking?”
“Super mean looking.”
“Okay, but which Anarchy guy did he look like? That Hunnam dude?”
“Actually, he looked more like… I dunno. A young Colin Farrell? Maybe slightly rougher around the edges.”
“Seriously?” Tyler whistled. “Damn, dude. That’s wet dream material right there.”
“Please never say the words ‘wet dream’ to me ever again.”
Tyler stuck out his tongue as I pulled up the app, intent on deleting it. Before I could, though, a notification popped up.
Did you complete your blind date? Tell us how it went.
I hit theDate Completedbutton, warming up to leave a sternly worded email, when another notification popped up.
Having completed your blind date, you now have access to your date’s full profile.
“Now they give me his profile,” I muttered.
“You should open it up and see if they knew what the hell they were talking about,” Tyler said, still spying on my screen.
“Clearly they didn’t, but sure.”
I tilted my screen away from Tyler’s nosy eyes and clicked on Severin’s profile icon to see what he had to say about himself. I started swiping through his pictures and… hoo, buddy.
