Primrose

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Swipe right.

Swipe right.

Swipe left.

Right.

Left.

Left.

Left.

It's a match!

"Holy shit," were the words that slipped from my mouth when the stupid app showed the girl I matched with.

Short, caramel brown hair, topped with the palest blue eyes I have ever seen. Fashionable, too! 18 year old Emilia Brandt.

I immediately opened up messages and sent her one, saying, "coffee? I'm free this saturday." Within a few minutes, she replied with a simple yes along with a smiley face. Smiley face is a good sign.

"Your break's almost over. Seeing you use that is pitiful. You matching with 30 year old men?" One of my closest friends teased, then he saw the girl I matched with. "The fuck?"

He grabbed my phone, checking the girl's profile. "That's weird." He mumbled while going through the few photos she had.

"What?"

"She's legit. And yet... she swiped right. You?" Ryan laughed, "I mean, you're not ugly. You're just... eh. Like, mediocre." He shrugged his shoulders and sat down next to me.

What a great friend. I can't blame him though. I don't really have a talent. If you consider being able to hold my breath underwater for 45 seconds a talent, then I suppose I have one. I'm not rich either, but I'm not poor. I'm alright. I get by.

"You should get back to work. Let me play cupid for you," he said with confidence, followed by a wink. This girl probably wasn't very interested to begin with, so I just went with it. "Ryan. Cupid, not Alecto. Please. She seems like a really nice girl."

Which brings me to the present.

Here I am, sitting at some fancy cafe where a bowl of salad probably costs a quarter of my paycheck. I nearly choked on my service water when I ordered an espresso, which cost 13$. I told Emilia that I would treat her here. I didn't bother checking the prices, so this is karma I suppose.

A tall, slender girl walked in the cafe, making heads turn her way. With a baggy mustard yellow shirt tucked in her pair of white shorts, she looked effortlessly beautiful. It was the pair of shoes on her feet that caught my attention though. The white Versace sneakers I had always dreamed of. This 18 year old had them on her feet.

She sat down across from me, allowing me to study her feautures better. Her skin was flawless. It was like she didn't even have pores. Her lips were reddish and plump, and it looked like she wasn't wearing any lip product. Her eyes were a bit narrow, and the pale blue shade looked so cheerful, yet wise.

"It will be your treat, yes?" Her voice pulled me away from my thoughts. Thank god, because I don't think I could stop checking her out.

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead and order what you want." I answered with confidence, but deep inside, I was reluctant. This was going to leave a hole in my wallet. Hopefully, she isn't very hungry.

The waitress immediately came over to our table and took her order. "I'll have the gold leaf cake, and one apple juice." And then, the waitress left, leaving us there.

Okay, her order didn't seem too pricey so I should be fine. 

"So." I spoke first then looked up at her. I couldn't help but gaze into her eyes. They were the most captivating pair of eyes I have ever seen. Her parents must look like mythological gods. Heck, her mom might as well be Aphrodite herself. "Are you really 18?"