A few minutes later, she replies back.
Sofia:Ha ha! Real funny, bitch! I’m with Brody at the drive-ins. Why, what’s up?
Me:Nothing much. Just polishing off an entire bottle of red on my own. I need to ask a favour.
Sofia:It’ll cost you, though.
Me:Yes, I know—my self-respect because after this, I’m pretty sure I’ll be down to none.
Sofia:LOL! That bad?
Me:Well, it depends on how good your match-making skills are.
Sofia:WHAT! Are you finally asking me to hook you up on another date??
Me:That’s exactly what I’m doing! So, can you help me or not?
She’s silent for what feels like a lifetime, leaving me wondering if she’s abandoned both me and my idea. But then the typing dots start bouncing on my screen. A minute later, her reply finally comes through.
Sofia:Sorry for the delay. I was just talking to Brody, and he said he thinks he might know someone you’d probably get along well with.
Me:Wow, already? Okay. Who’s the guy?
Sofia:It’s someone he knew at uni. You can check out his insta, just type Dean Foster and his profile picture is of him in a sexy navy suit and sunglasses.
I exit our message thread and open my Instagram app to search for this Dean Foster guy. A photo matching Sofia’s description appears at the top of the list, and I click on his profile, grateful that his account isn’t set to private.
As I quickly scroll through his page, I can’t help but notice the countless gym selfies showcasing his impressively sculpted physique. Dean looks every bit the young male model—tall, handsome, impeccably dressed, with sun-kissed skin, golden hair, and striking cerulean eyes. It’s obvious he takes great pride in his appearance.
Having earned my tick of approval, I return to my messages and reply to Sofia.
Me:Holy, fuck! Dean is hot!
Sofia:Brody said he thought you’d be impressed.
Me:And there’s nothing shady about him?
Sofia:Not that I know of. I met him once and he was very friendly. He’s 24, from the Northern Beaches, and his family owns a prestigious boat hire and Harbour cruise company. So, if you’re lucky, you might get unlimited access to their luxury yachts.
Me:Oh, that’s not important to me. I just hope he’s decent.
Sofia:Go on a date with him and find out.
Me:Fuck it! Why not! Tell Brody to send him my way.
Sofia:Fuck, yeah! My girl is finally gonna score some D. I want all the details!
Me:LOL. If we can manage to get past the first date, then we’ll see.
Sofia:Sweet as! You’ll be hearing from him real soon. Gotta go! The movie is about to get to the good part. Love ya!Me:Love you too xoxo
I switch off my phone screen and set it back on the coffee table. I’m feeling tipsy and maybe a little impulsive, but hey—at least I might have a date lined up.
Now, let’s hope I don’t end up regretting this.
CHAPTER 11
Jason
