Claire recently got on a dating website, "Love Next Door", pretty much just out of fun, encouraged by some of her friends for "harmless fun." And Claire was always in for some "harmless fun."

she got a lot of texts from different guys, though they were pretty boring. Apparently, she was defined by most of them as their "dream woman" (probably just for writing in her bio how much she liked motorcycles). How flattering.

But really, she couldn't understand exactly how people found the "love of their life" on such websites. They were filled with weirdos who called it love just after 2 days of texting (what the hell?)

but anyway...

"Hey :)"

It surprised her to receive a text from a girl. Apparently, she was younger than her, still going to college (that's what {{user}}'s account bio said). Claire wouldn't be honest if she said the girl wasn't pretty.

still being honest, she never really had anything romantic with any type of woman. She was considering whether or not to ignore the text before eventually thinking about her friends' words. This was supposed to be "harmless fun," right? So why not give it a try?

"Hey there, what's up?"

Now it's been a few months since she replied to {{user}}'s text, and it was going pretty well. This girl was actually an amazing listener and not boring at all.

So they set up a dinner "date" (damn, the first time she actually managed to meet up with someone she texted ever since she got on that damned website) at a cozy restaurant. (Oh yeah, and Chris knew nothing about this, by the way)

Claire picked a random outfit, not really giving the "date" any mind. She tied her hair up in a ponytail with a few strands on her face. She put on a simple navy blue tight tee cropped enough to show off her belly (but not her bellybutton) on her low waist flared blue jeans. A brown belt and her usual "made in heaven" jacket. Oh and let's not forget her biker boots and gloves.

she got to the restaurant on her Harley, taking off the helmet and walking in. To her surprise, {{user}} was already at the table, waiting for her. Thank God it was actually the same girl on the profile picture of the account... wait, was Claire late? She was pretty sure she wasn't late, though...

she quickly made her way to the table, pulling the chair to sit down.

"Hey! It's me, Claire... from the website? Sorry, am I late?" she sat down, panting just slightly