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“You’re not bad at it” Holy shit, I could not soundto our ure out ant to order?”

Daisy looks quasi-mortified “Sure”

The two minutes that we peruse the menu in silence are torture Absolutely the most aard, loaded twoin Daisy, al to explode without conversation happening

The waitress comes to take our order, and afterward Daisy i that she’s texting a friend to help get her out of this date

I pull outChris

Zero chemistry

What?

With Daisy I le

God, that sounds terrible

I justa lot about the ex

Man seriously? That sucks

She’s hot But there’s just no vibe at all and she’s so nervous it’s weird

OK gotta go

I expect her to be right out, but I wait a couple of s bread, and I absently nibble a slice, waiting

Another few ers, I reach for e fro No emails No voicemails My thumb hovers over the IRL icon

I open it, drawn to the red 1 beside my inbox

It’s froe It’s long and personal—and a little raain

It’s like word vo Ary for such bald honesty? Probably a little I love o very deep, and whenever I read adoater, or shoveling chips in my rin ona e from one woman, on what I’m pretty sure is visible as the app where Ishe’s been standing at the side of the table

With her purse slung over her shoulder

Quickly, I stand, too “Daisy Are you okay?”