When Lucy remained quiet, Bethany tried again.“How come you didn’t tell me you were on the apps?I could’ve helped vet these guys for you!Which reminds me, I’m gonna need his full name and number and his parent’s address.Oh, and I’m totally adding your tracking details to my phone.”
No answer.It didn’t deter her.
“Do I at least get to see a picture of the dude?Make sure he doesn’t have crazy eyes?”
Lucy scoffed as she swapped her mascara for pressed powder and began padding her face.“You’re the only one with crazy eyes right now, B.”
Bethany threw her hands up in frustration.“Give me something, Luce.Come on!I’ve never once heard you talk about a guy, let alone go on a date.I’m dying here.Take pity on me.Tell me something.Anything.”She was not above begging.
“Fine.”Lucy spun around to face her.“He’s got kind eyes.”
“Kind eyes?”Is she freaking kidding?“Luce, you don’t break a twenty-nine-year non-dating streak forkind fricking eyes.You break it ‘cause the dude is damn close to melting your panties off every time he’s in touching distance.‘Cause you want to know what his chest will taste like when you run your tongue over it.‘Cause you can’t stop thinking about his big—”
“Okay!”Lucy cried.“I get it.Stop.Please don’t finish that sentence.Jeez.”
“Let me see his profile.”Bethany sighed, her hand outstretched, waiting patiently for Lucy to pass over her phone.
Thankfully, her friend didn’t put up a fight.Probably because she was scared Bethany was going to start talking about big dicks.Which, incidentally, she was totally prepared to do.
Bethany scrolled while her brow furrowed.Dear God, this man was dull personified.
Apparently, Mark was ‘just your average guy’ who likes ‘eating food’ and ‘laughing’—as if the rest of the world population didn’t.
“Stop rolling your eyes!”Lucy scolded despite being back in front of the mirror, applying blush.
Bethany ignored her and continued to swipe through Mark’s pictures.The man wasn’t ugly, she’d give him that, but he wasn’t overly attractive either.I guess he’s right about the average thing, after all.She was still struggling to get the appeal.In her humble opinion, Lucy was way out of his league.
Maybe he has a good personality?
The lazy answers on his dating profile didn’t exactly back that theory up, but not everyone is good at talking about themselves she reminded herself.
“Other than hiskind eyes, what else caught your attention?”she prodded.“What do you guys talk about?”
She watched as Lucy shrugged at her reflection.“Nothing special, the usual.Work.What we ate.What we’re watching.Things like that.”
“Okay,” Bethany said slowly.“But...like in a flirty way, right?Like,wait until you taste my cherry piekinda thing?”
Lucy turned again, pure disgust curling her lips.“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Bethany laughed so hard her stomach hurt.She couldn’t help herself.Not because there were so many things wrong with her.Too many to count.No.She laughed because her friend looked like the idea of flirting made her want to hurl.And it made her want to tease her more.Give her some more lines she could use on her date.
“You don’t like that one?”she asked between giggles.“Okay, okay.How about...you wanna frost my cupcake, Big Boy?”
“You’re sick!”Lucy stomped, fighting a smile Bethany totally spotted before storming back into her bedroom.
She was up and chasing her a second later.“Too much?Okay.What about...Is that a baguette in your pocket or are—”
“Don’t finish that sentence!”Lucy snapped.The twinkle in her eyes betraying the scowl she was giving her.“If I let you track me, will you promise to stop talking?”
Bethany bit her lip.Preventing her from blurting out the glazed donut joke she’d just thought of.Safety first.She did want to track her.She’d watched enough documentaries to know most serial killers were average white guys.Like Mark.Some of them even lived with their parents.
Oh God, please tell me he doesn’t live in the basement?
***
The next day, Bethanywoke up feeling off.Restless.She couldn’t quite put her finger on what was bothering her, she just had this weird twinge in her stomach that kept making itself known.It’s how she found herself at Molly’s, despite there being a pile of notes and textbooks back at the apartment that she was supposed to be buried under.She needed a distraction.Her best friend.And quite possibly a milkshake.
“Don’t you have better things to do?”Lucy frowned as she continued to wipe down the counter.
