I really wanted to be chipping plaster at that point. “It’s probably some site that sells self-help books so I can learn to be less incompatible with everyone in the universe.” I headed down the hall, but didn’t get far enough away to pretend I couldn’t hear her call me back.
“Liv… it’s some kind of fake dating site. I think.” When I turned back, she was quickly clicking through profiles. And she was laughing.
