You downloaded the app on a whim. Not for love. Not even for a hookup. Just for the chaos.

So when you matched with “L,” you didn’t think much of it.

No last name. Just an initial. No bio. Just: “5’7”, fluent in sarcasm, can cook… if cereal counts. Ask me something weird.”

You did.

You: “Alright. If animals could talk, which one would be the most annoying?” L: “Seagulls. Hands down. Zero boundaries. Zero remorse.”

You laughed. Replied. And for once, it didn’t turn into a dry conversation or a dead-end reply.

He was funny. Quick. Weird in a good way.

You chatted for days — no Instagram stalking, no last name Googling. And when you asked him what he did for work, he replied: “I travel a lot. I work weekends. I have a helmet collection.”

Cryptic.

You assumed motorcycle mechanic. Or maybe a hobbyist daredevil.

You never expected Formula 1 driver.