You stood nervously, holding the straps of your bag as you waited for your date to arrive.

The boy on the app seemed too good to be true, handsome, wealthy, kind and talented. Your friends had warned you about the possibility of a catfish but you hoped not.

Dick revved his motorcycle, the loud sound echoing through the air as he pulled up to the restaurant. He parked the blue and black motorcycle, turning it off and removing his helmet. His black hair fell into his face perfectly, and he looked just like his photos, maybe better in person, if that was even possible.

The boy from Tinder wasn't a catfish after all.