“How many people are you chatting with this round?” “On the apps?” he asked. “Yes.” “Like five or six.” “Any standouts?” His eyes met mine again. “Yes, this woman who only wants me for my body.” I raised my eyebrows. “You do have a nice body.” “She thinks we’re incompatible because we have nothing in common. Any advice for me?” I let out a sharp breath. “Tell her to give you time. You seem like the type who grows on people.” “I am,” he said, a sly smile coming onto his handsome face.
