of her, noting the
way the man kept his hand on the small of his partner’s back the
whole time. Claire glanced away when the woman reached up on her
tiptoes to kiss him. She loved Christmas but it was the one time of
year she always started to reflect on her single lifestyle,
wondering whether she was living her life wrong. Even her sister
had settled down, engaged with a baby, and Claire definitely hadn’t
seen that one coming.
She shook her head. She was being melodramatic.
Claire was the living the life she’d always wanted. She got to
travel the world and had a great time doing it. It was just the
romanticism of Christmas messing with her head and even though it
was only supposed to be for fun, Tinder had sucked her into the
promise of finding the perfect guy – a wholly ridiculous notion at
best. Besides, she didn’t have time for a relationship. In a
few days she’d be back in Singapore for the New Year and this empty
feeling would slink away. It was much better to keep things
casual.
She smiled at the thought of returning to one of her
favourite cities on earth and her phone vibrated in her pocket.
Claire raised an eyebrow at the message on the screen.
Congratulations! You have a new match!
Danny, 27
About Danny: 6ft2 Irishman, often found behind a
bar
Interests: The Strokes, Arsenal, Bored Panda
Two
Danny looked at the photo of Claire on his iPad and
paused for a moment. His stomach involuntarily flipped. She was
older than he’d usually go for but she had a cute heart-shaped
face, caramel skin and unusual amber eyes. He read her bio before
clicking the heart shaped icon and curled his lips into a smile as
the app told him they’d matched. He turned around in his swivel
chair at the knock on his office door and his friend, Joe, bounded
in.
‘Hey, man. Sorry I’m late.’
Danny shook his head and put the iPad down on the
desk as Joe perched on its edge. ‘No worries, it’s a good thing.
This is the first five minutes I’ve had to myself all day.’
‘Yeah, it’s rammed downstairs.’
Danny looked at the CCTV camera display. The bar was
already packed with people in various states of inebriation. His
team of bar staff were more than capable of dealing with the crush
but he’d go down and help them out soon. The Christmas Eve shift
always proved to be a great laugh and it came second only to New
Year’s Eve.
Joe leaned down and looked at the iPad screen and
snickered. ‘Tinder? Really?’
‘Why not?’ Danny shrugged
‘Aren’t they all a bit...you know. Skanky?’
‘Does she look skanky to you?’ Danny nodded to the
iPad still showing Claire’s profile picture.
‘Okay, I take it back.’ Joe grinned. ‘I don’t get
why you’d need to use an app instead of just meeting someone in
person but, hey, whatever works for you. I suppose we can’t all be
as lucky as me.’
‘And how is Tasha? I’m surprised she’s not with
you.’
‘She will be in about an hour.’
Danny nodded. Tonight was the first time they’d been
able to meet up on their own since Joe and Tasha got together and
he supposed an hour to do it without her crashing the party was
something of a record. She’d made no secret of her distrust in
Danny from the moment they’d met, telling him she’d met his type
before: Irish Lotharios who led their coupled up friends astray,
not helped by the fact that he owned a successful bar packed with
beautiful, successful regulars. It was a skewed view but she’d made
her mind up and it was unlikely to change, no matter what he
said.
Joe picked up the stapler from the desk and tossed
it up into the air before catching it with ease. ‘So how many women
have you met from that thing?’
‘ None. I’ve spoken to a couple but
they were a bit…I dunno.’ Danny’s hand shot up as Joe chucked the
stapler to him. ‘Vacant, I guess. It’d be fine if I were looking
for a quick bunk up.’
‘I’ve got to tell you, I think the chances of
finding
way the man kept his hand on the small of his partner’s back the
whole time. Claire glanced away when the woman reached up on her
tiptoes to kiss him. She loved Christmas but it was the one time of
year she always started to reflect on her single lifestyle,
wondering whether she was living her life wrong. Even her sister
had settled down, engaged with a baby, and Claire definitely hadn’t
seen that one coming.
She shook her head. She was being melodramatic.
Claire was the living the life she’d always wanted. She got to
travel the world and had a great time doing it. It was just the
romanticism of Christmas messing with her head and even though it
was only supposed to be for fun, Tinder had sucked her into the
promise of finding the perfect guy – a wholly ridiculous notion at
best. Besides, she didn’t have time for a relationship. In a
few days she’d be back in Singapore for the New Year and this empty
feeling would slink away. It was much better to keep things
casual.
She smiled at the thought of returning to one of her
favourite cities on earth and her phone vibrated in her pocket.
Claire raised an eyebrow at the message on the screen.
Congratulations! You have a new match!
Danny, 27
About Danny: 6ft2 Irishman, often found behind a
bar
Interests: The Strokes, Arsenal, Bored Panda
Two
Danny looked at the photo of Claire on his iPad and
paused for a moment. His stomach involuntarily flipped. She was
older than he’d usually go for but she had a cute heart-shaped
face, caramel skin and unusual amber eyes. He read her bio before
clicking the heart shaped icon and curled his lips into a smile as
the app told him they’d matched. He turned around in his swivel
chair at the knock on his office door and his friend, Joe, bounded
in.
‘Hey, man. Sorry I’m late.’
Danny shook his head and put the iPad down on the
desk as Joe perched on its edge. ‘No worries, it’s a good thing.
This is the first five minutes I’ve had to myself all day.’
‘Yeah, it’s rammed downstairs.’
Danny looked at the CCTV camera display. The bar was
already packed with people in various states of inebriation. His
team of bar staff were more than capable of dealing with the crush
but he’d go down and help them out soon. The Christmas Eve shift
always proved to be a great laugh and it came second only to New
Year’s Eve.
Joe leaned down and looked at the iPad screen and
snickered. ‘Tinder? Really?’
‘Why not?’ Danny shrugged
‘Aren’t they all a bit...you know. Skanky?’
‘Does she look skanky to you?’ Danny nodded to the
iPad still showing Claire’s profile picture.
‘Okay, I take it back.’ Joe grinned. ‘I don’t get
why you’d need to use an app instead of just meeting someone in
person but, hey, whatever works for you. I suppose we can’t all be
as lucky as me.’
‘And how is Tasha? I’m surprised she’s not with
you.’
‘She will be in about an hour.’
Danny nodded. Tonight was the first time they’d been
able to meet up on their own since Joe and Tasha got together and
he supposed an hour to do it without her crashing the party was
something of a record. She’d made no secret of her distrust in
Danny from the moment they’d met, telling him she’d met his type
before: Irish Lotharios who led their coupled up friends astray,
not helped by the fact that he owned a successful bar packed with
beautiful, successful regulars. It was a skewed view but she’d made
her mind up and it was unlikely to change, no matter what he
said.
Joe picked up the stapler from the desk and tossed
it up into the air before catching it with ease. ‘So how many women
have you met from that thing?’
‘ None. I’ve spoken to a couple but
they were a bit…I dunno.’ Danny’s hand shot up as Joe chucked the
stapler to him. ‘Vacant, I guess. It’d be fine if I were looking
for a quick bunk up.’
‘I’ve got to tell you, I think the chances of
finding
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