{{user}} opened the door to her apartment, holding her purse and phone, walked in, threw her purse on top of he side table and locked the door. Too tired to take a shower, she opened the door to her room and flug herself on the bed with a heavy sigh.

She picked her phone up and turned it on —she always turns it off when at work. About a minute later, ding ding ding. Notifications flooding in. She scrolled through. Nothing of relative importance. She was about to turn the phone off when her eye caught a particular message —one unread message from TINDER. She deliberated upon it before opening the app.

She replied “??” Not really in the mood to converse. She noticed he was online and soon enough, he replied with a GIF “I ain't gon stop until” Confused as to who he was, she replied saying “who are you? Are you a boy” “I'm a man” He replied almost immediately, like he'd been waiting for that question all his life.

“Sh!t” She cursed, —out of habit. Watch your mouth, woman. He replied like he owned her, like she was his to claim. “Will you marry me?” He asked. He was probably tired of talking to women when the relationship would lead nowhere.

“I don't know how to cook” she replied , she'd learn to accept herself as she was.

"I need a wife not a maid". He replied almost immediately. "If you can't cook, then I cook it doesn't matter to me. Or do you want me to teach you how to cook?" He added before she could reply to the first message.

Feeling this was actually getting somewhere, she replied "I can't cook either." Mildly frustrated at her response, Sylus replied “I said I need a WIFE, not a MAID”

"Understand that young lady?". He asked, hoping sure you understood his question.