I can practically feel him stewing, pacing around his room, running a hand through that stupidly perfect hair, trying to decide how to respond.
Finally, the dots pop back up.
Turner: I did. I was curious.
Me: Curious about what?
Turner: About whether or not you swiped on ME.
I blush from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes, an ooey gooey feeling.
Me: Well, now you know.
Turner: Now I know.
eighteen
. . .
Turner: If I was a random match, what’s the first thing you would say to me right now?
Poppy: I would ask you a random WOULD YOU RATHER Question. Like: Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses?
Turner: That’s the most horrific scenario I’ve ever heard of in my life. Ducks are already terrifying. Imagine one the size of a horse.
Poppy: I am so sorry I asked. LOL. You’re right, that’s a horrific scenario. It’s the first thing that came to my mind.
Turner: That’s also a terrifying thought LOL.
Poppy: I can hear you laughing.
Turner: Oh—you can? These walls aren’t very thick, are they?
Poppy: No they are not.
Poppy: Okay, next question—if I was a random match, what’s the first thing you would say to ME right now?
Turner: I would ask something like, “What about my bio made you swipe on me?”
Poppy: Oh—that’s a good one. I would say…You look like a nice guy, from your pictures. And I like the part in your bio that says you know how to do laundry.
Turner: Is that a turn on?
Poppy: We talked about this already. Yes it is.
Turner: But we’re strangers, remember?
Poppy: Yeah, that’s right. We are. Ha.
Poppy: Now I want to know what your worst habit is…
Turner: Oh, we’re getting real now. You ready for that?
Poppy: Depends. You ready to be honest?
Turner: My worst habit is…I don’t know. I guess I’m not great at being direct. I tend to avoid confrontation.
Poppy: The good kind of confrontation, or the bad kind?
