“Hmm… much to know about her. Path unclear on this one. Something… fuzzy. She have good juju, but there a barrier. Something that might be an issue. The qi in the room blocking me from seeing what barrier is, but everything else lining up for her, Matt. Shecouldbe good candidate.”
Matt’s smile lights across his face, and I curl my lip up slightly, staring at her. Suddenly, I feel something weird happening in the pit of my stomach—nerves, tension—I’m not sure. But looking at her and thinking of her coming into Matt’s life, my life by default and possibly interrupting my time with Matt doesn’t sit well with me.
“You get all that from her profile picture, Whisper?” I ask.
“I get it from flow coming from her. I guru, remember? I read more than picture, I read lines on face, posture, stance, confidence, aura, energy… everything from her. Even down to grammar and way she present herself on paper. You tell a lot from way a person write about themselves, Alex,” he tells me, I furrow my brows and nod slightly, wondering if I can pick a good person for Matt. I want him to have a really nice girl. The girl Whisper has chosen looks toodone upfor me. Sure, she’s stunning, but to me, and from what Matt said, he wants someone a little more down to earth. So I’ll find himthatgirl.
My stomach twists again, and I shake my head slightly, trying to push away the unsettled feeling growing in my stomach as I grab the computer and turn it to face me. “Okay, my turn.”
Matt chuckles, resting his arm on my shoulder and looking over me as I scroll through the sea of women. I notice my profile, and Matt chuckles and points to me. I smile as he runs his finger over my face on the screen. I scroll past it, shaking my head with a slight smirk.
“Okay, so we need your perfect ten, right?” I ask, and Matt nods.
“Yes. Let’s find her together,” Matt suggests.
I glance up to see Nate and Whisper looking at us, both are resting their fingers on their chins, assessing us. I furrow my brows and shake off their judgmental stares, going back to the screen to search for Matt’s perfect partner.
Then I see her.
Short, wavy brown hair with big doe eyes.
She caught my attention because whenever Matt is over, we always watchParks and Recreation, and he always comments that he has a crush onApril.Well, this woman is the spitting image of her. But obviously, she has a less ‘the-world’s-already-ended-and-I’m-just-here-for-the-aesthetic-vibe-but-secretly-I’m-a-human-golden-retriever-in-denial’ look.
Matt leans in over my shoulder as I pull open her profile, and he chuckles into my ear. “Damn, Alex,” he says, and I giggle, reading over her profile. She’s studying to be a writer and spends most of her time case-studying.
I raise my brow, knowing this means she’ll probably work for herself and send her work off to publishers or journalist columns and such. Therefore, she’d be free to travel with the band, which is one of Matt’s many complicated rules. She’s never been married, has no kids, and seems to have a good family, according to what’s written. To me, she appears to be a good match and is hitting a number of his quite ridiculous criteria.
“Charlotte looks like a good match,” I say, turning toward Whisper.
Whisper moves to us and looks at her over my shoulder, then instantly screws up his face. “Urgh, no. Try again,” Whisper demands, and Matt pouts, shaking his head.
“Oh, but I think Charlotte looks great. From what I read, she fits my criteria. Plus, she looks likeApril, my idol.”
“Beauty like a serpent. It can strike you and be venomous, lethal to its prey.”
Matt raises his brow. “Uhh… what does that even mean?”
“It mean… choose wisely.”
I swallow hard, wondering why Whisper is so adamant with Matt, but with me, he was like,yep, Ronan’s all good. Off you go and be merry. Whether we have different juju, or whether he looks at us differently, I’m not sure, but either way, we’re certainly getting differing experiences from this love guru crap.
I use Matt’s account to send Charlotte aPessimisticwink, while Matt smiles at me and Whisper grunts from behind me in a disapproving manner. I roll my eyes as Matt cuddles into my side even further.
“Well, looks like we’re at it again, Alex. We gonna double date like old times?” he asks.
I scoff. “Ahh… no. Don’t think I can live up to your lavish lifestyle, Matt. If Ronan and I go anywhere, I’ll catch up with him on my own terms this time.”
“Party pooper.” Matt frowns, pouting like a small child.
We both turn to look at Whisper and Nate who is now standing next to him, the both of them watching us with the same intense stare.
“What?” I ask, and Nate shakes his head.
“You guys are weird,” he replies and turns, walking out of the kitchen while Whisper smirks.
“I believe sexy boy one, correct… you two are, as he says… weird.”
Matt and I burst out laughing. “That’s rich coming from you, Whisper,” Matt says.
