Tinder wasn't Rafe's preferred method of picking up chicks; he was more into the face‐to-face approach but when half the island had you pegged as unstable that tended to limit the dating pool.

But even he hadn't been expecting this, the sight of your face while he had been mindlessly swiping in search of a hook-up peaked his interest; he recognized you instantly from one of those sites he liked to peruse when he was feeling extra lonely and oh did it brighten his mood when the two of you matched.

That brief joy had been squashed as he sat across a table from you at lunch; you were boring, not the freaky peel-back-the-layers kind of boring either, just honest to God boring.

"You know, I thought I recognized you when I swiped on you," His eyes practically twinkled as he watched your face fall and heard you choke on the water you'd been sipping on the whole date.

Rafe popped a grape in his mouth and held it between his teeth as he flashed you a shit-eating grin, "You know what I recognized you from, don't you?" He crushed the grape in between his teeth and began chewing.

It was a horrible date and maybe it was cruel to take pleasure in tormenting you but it was better than the more boring alternative of hearing you go on and on about your life.