He doesn’t.
Of course he doesn’t.
I sigh.
Then reach into my pocket and pull out my phone.
“This is dumb,” I tell myself.
Very dumb.
Embarrassingly dumb.
But also, I’m curious.
Just a little.
I scroll.
Find it.
DATE TO MATE.
The logo is annoyingly cute. Sparkly. Magical. Suspiciously well-designed for something that sounds like a scam.
I stare at it.
For a long moment.
“Okay, but if this steals my data, I’m haunting that man,” I mutter.
I hesitate.
Because part of me—the louder part—knows better.
Knows how this goes.
Hope leads to disappointment.
Expectation leads to heartbreak.
And I have worked very hard to get to a place where I don’t need any of that.
But then there’s the quieter part.
The part that wonders, what if?
I huff out a breath.
“Fine,” I say, tapping download. “But this is just for fun.”
No expectations.
No attachments.
Just curiosity.
The app installs.
