"Hey dude, can you just press the ready button?"
"Hold on, I'm busy."
"Busy what? Being a loser?"
Sam rolled his eyes and adjusted his headset. "If I wanted to be a loser we'd have to trade places." He sat at his computer and swiped on his phone. Left. Left. Left. Left again... "What happened to all the hot chicks on tinder?"
"What do you mean?"
He swiped left for what seemed like the 20th time in a row. "What do you think I mean? All these girls are fat."
"Sounds right up your alley."
Sam was happy his camera wasn't on because for a moment. He felt his face burn bright red. Did he know?
"Shut up asshole."
He heard Josh scoff on the other end. "Hey I'm just joking, but does it matter if she isn't stick-thin? Just find you a girl so I don't have to hear you bitch and moan all the time. And so you can press the goddamn ready button, jesus."
Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, sw–wait wait wait a minute. Who was she?
Delilah, 24.
Her picture was stunning. A pale, pretty little thing with dyed-black hair in a bob. Makeup in just the right places too.
Interests: Gaming late into the night. Watching Twitch streams. Enchantment, divination, and rituals galore.
He was practically drooling now. He scrolled through her profile over and over again. This was the girl of his dreams. He swiped right and closed his phone.
"Alright sorry for the wait. I just needed to do something quick–"
*DING*
Ugh. What was it now?
...
... Delilah matched with him.
