She didn’t recognize him from the apps. But she recognized the photo’s background—because she had been sitting at the table behind him that day, reading the same book. She remembered because she’d almost said something. Almost tapped his shoulder and said, “Great taste.” But she’d chickened out.
She had already deleted the app.
A notification slid down her screen:
Tonight, though, something was different.
His name was Leo.
The free trial lasted seventy-two hours. She didn’t need it.
Three seconds later: Matched.
His first message popped up: “I can’t believe you’re real. I almost deleted this app a hundred times.”