After he began eating we started talking, simple things such as our favorite colors or birthdays, things I knew about him from our messages on tinder but he had seemed to forget all about me.
Once we finished eating we split the bill and walked back to the bus stop where he gave me his jacket, waiting for the bus to come for me.
That night he kissed my cheek, his lips soft and his stubble adding texture. He smiled after, walking away as I walked up the bus steps.
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My Old Love
Short Story❝ I always thought tinder was a stupid app, but I kept it anyway. After seeing his face on my phone screen, I started to believe that tinder was an amazing thing. ❞ 「Short Story 」
