“Keep it simple,” I tell him. “Friendly. Clear. You’re just arranging details.”
He nods, fingers hovering over the screen. “Okay. Simple. Clear.” He types. Stops. Deletes. Types again. “I’m overthinking,” he mutters. “She says she needs a date for her cousin’s engagement party.”
My stomach flips. “That’s great. That’s exactly what the app is for.”
“I know!” He grins, then falters. “Is it weird that I’m this excited?”
My lips press into a tight smile. “Not at all.”
“Okay. I’m going to finish setting it up. Thank you.” He flashes me a smile bright enough to power the neon beer sign hanging on the wall and heads for the door.
I blow out a slow breath once he’s gone. He’ll be fine. I hope.
Is this a total abuse of power? Probably. But also, it’s my app, and I can do whatever I want. Right now, curiosity has the best of me. I open OneDate and pull up his match. Not because Miles is undatable. He’s friendly, harmless, endearingly quirky, and smart—smart enough to entertain a packed room if he ever stops overthinking long enough to be himself. But he’s also… Miles.
Her profile loads. She’s looking for someone charming, which is debatable with Miles. Smart. Check. And must be clean cut and can appear professional. My eyes narrow. Is khaki considered professional? Because I’m fairly certain that’s his entire wardrobe. My phone buzzes, nearly making me drop it.
Miles
What if I screw this up?
I sigh softly. He’s in need of a serious confidence boost. I think that might be the hardest part of this yet.
Nora
You’ve got this. There’s nothing to worry about.
Miles
Do you know who you’re talking to?
A laugh slips out before I can stop it.
Nora
Okay. What if I give you some pointers?
Miles
Some?
Nora
Fine. All the pointers.
Miles
I would really appreciate that. Thank you, Nora.
I stare at the screen for a beat longer than necessary. What have I just signed up for? Hopefully, he’s a quick learner and absorbs everything I tell him like a sponge.
Nora
Are you free tomorrow night?
Miles
I have a meeting at four. It should last an hour, and then I’m free.
