“Okay…” Jill mutters, exhaling through her nose as she flicks through yet another Tinder profile. She’s sprawled across her bed, one arm propped behind her head, the other holding her phone inches from her face. The thick reading glasses perched halfway down her nose do little to hide her irritation—at least they save her from squinting herself into a headache.

She’s been at this for hours. Swipe left, swipe left, swipe left. Not a single profile sticking.

It’s not that she isn’t getting matches, she is. Too many, maybe. It’s just that none of them spark anything. Until—

Her thumb stills.

“Oh… she’s cute.”