This was it. Definitely the last night you were going to waste on this app.

Tinder was both a curse and an escape—a mindless distraction. But with each passing day, your hopes of finding anyone remotely interesting faded. You were tired of the same boring conversations, the same half-hearted attempts at flirting.

You had no idea why you were still swiping on a Friday night instead of letting your friends drag you out into the real world.

Meanwhile, for Ghost, creating a Tinder profile had been the result of a lost bet. Or maybe just a way to prove Soap wrong—that he could talk to people online, that he could flirt.

He didn’t see the appeal of social media or dating apps. But pride kept him from backing out. So, he set up a profile—no face pictures, just a few vague images. His name. His age. Nothing more. No bio, no details.

Still, that night, curiosity got the best of him. Maybe, just maybe, there was someone interesting out there.

Swipe left. Left. Left. Boring. No. Nothing caught his attention.

Until—

He stopped. Your profile. Maybe it was the way you looked in your picture. Maybe it was something else entirely.

Swipe right.

IT’S A MATCH!

For a moment, he hesitated. What the hell was he supposed to say? He wasn’t exactly an expert at online conversations.

Eventually, he just typed something. Anything.

"Nice eyes."

Click. Send.