“Why not both?” he counters.
Fair.
And then?—
Just like that?—
He’s gone.
No lingering.
No pushing.
Just a cheerful little wave and a bell jingle as he walks out like he didn’t just try to recruit me into magical matchmaking madness.
I stare at the door for a second.
Then shake my head.
“Well,” I mutter, turning back to the counter. “That was weird.”
Like… really weird.
The kind of weird you tell people about later and they don’t believe you.
The shop fills again. Orders come in. I scoop, smile, chat, ring people up.
Normal.
Everything goes back to normal.
But then?—
There’s a lull.
Just a few minutes where the line disappears and the world goes quiet.
And my brain?
My brain betrays me.
Because now I’m thinking about it.
The app.
The way he said it.
The absolute, unwavering confidence.
“Magical matchmaking,” I murmur under my breath, wiping down the counter.
Ridiculous.
Completely ridiculous.
And yet, I glance toward the door.
Like he might pop back in and say just kidding.
