All the couples that Alaia Repond has gotten together have stayed happily together, and at this point, she really should consider matchmaking as a profession. So when her close friend Ollie asks her to set up a friend of his, she's more than happy t...
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Alaia sees Franco later that day.
"How was the date?" she asks him, and he shrugs. He's dressed in a blue cashmere sweater and jeans, his hair lightly tousled from the breeze. He looks nice, she thinks.
"It was alright," he says. "But I don't think there'll be a second date."
"Yeah, Livi told me that it seemed like you guys both wanted different things," she hums. Franco nods in response.
"I think we'd make good friends, though."
"Were you nervous? Livi said you seemed like you had something on your mind when you were there."
Yeah, you, Franco thinks. But of course he'd never say that aloud. "What makes her think that?"
"She didn't elaborate," Alaia shrugs. "But she said you weren't that flirty on the date. That's unlike you, Fran."
Fran. That nickname that everyone calls him — but he adores the way the nickname slips from her lips. Her voice is velvety, alluring, and Franco finds butterflies erupting in his stomach.
This is bad. He's never been attracted to someone so quickly before, and it's worse because she's going to be matchmaking him with someone that isn't her.
"I don't know," he says. "Maybe it doesn't come as naturally to me as I thought."
