About Rose Tucker

Chapter Two

I woke up with every intention of deleting the app. However, as my cursor hovered over the button to do so, I received a message. A special message. There was a different notification sound for it. So, admittedly idiotically, I checked it.

It read: Hello! We have found your perfect match! Meet Rose Tucker now!

There was a link to meet Rose. Upon clicking it, I was brought to her profile.

She was beautiful. She had black hair styled in an afro, a smile that could light up any room, and vitiligo, which was blotches of skin where the pigmentation hadn't quite built up.

And that wouldn't have been enough to get me to go on a date, especially after what happened with Kingston. It's just that she was smart too. A creative writing major, which complimented my English degree. She liked animals, chocolate, and flowers. But then again, who didn't?

But there was something about her that was eye-catching, whether it was her witty bio or the look in her eye captured in her profile picture, I didn't know. But it was there. And I couldn't will myself to delete the message, let alone the whole app.

So instead, I sent a quick hello and stated that if she wanted to get dinner, then she should message me back.

Not even five minutes later, and I got a message back.

Rose: I'd love to get dinner sometime! I live near the university if you want to grab lunch at the shops near there?

Me: I'd love that. How about tomorrow at 12?

Rose: Sounds good!

And now I was screwed. I had royally messed up. I had one job: delete the app. And what I do? I schedule yet another date, which will undoubtedly end in more heartbreak.

Unless I pretend to be allosexual, then maybe this date will actually go somewhere. Like a real budding relationship. And for a prospect like that, I was willing to fake anything.