Miss Right
Right. Right. Left.
“Swiper, no swiping.” The sass floated down from behind and above his seat on the stairwell.
“I don’t think Dora’s on Tinder, mi amigos.” His eyes never left the carousel of portraits on his smartphone. He briefly paused to contemplate a duck-pouting brunette. That one was a left.
“Amigo, it’s mi amigas. Maybe you should watch some Dora.”
“Che, whatever.”
“Keep swiping and you’ll get Carpal’s tunnel. Or STD’s, if you’re lucky enough to get laid.”
“Or I could fall love at first swipe with Trinity, age 22.” He intoned her pithy bio out loud and then waved her carseat selfie profile picture at Mia. “We can be daft together over Daft Punk.”
Mia quirked an eyebrow as her hands began to motion the choreography to “Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger”.
Leon smirked, swiped left, and moved onto the next girl. “GoT Game of Thrones? Down to take you over. What a refreshing way to say we should Netflix and chill.”
“I know right, charming.” They lapsed back into silence. Right. Left. Left. “You know, I didn’t peg you as a Tinder boy.”
“Mom’s suggestion.” Mia’s face had incredulity written all over it, so Leon just jumped straight into the explanation. “She’s getting progressive. Said there’s fish in the sea, but there’s more in the ‘Net. Online.”
“Then why aren’t you on eHarmony.” He bumped his shoulder against hers. “Okcupid?” And then elbowed her.
“I can’t leave my romantic life up to an algorithm.”
“So you’ll leave it up to something as dumb as picking left or right?” His left hand went up to comb his hair as his right deposited the smartphone into his pocket.
“No comment.” He gazed out into the stairwell window, chin resting on his hand.
“I’ll have you know that there is a three-dimensional girl next to you.”
At this, Leon just hummed into his palm, and that sat in silence for a bit. Mia’s forearms rested on her kneecaps, and her hands were lazily mimicking Daft Hands.
“Yeah, you’re right for me.” He muttered, his words warbled and muffled.
“Hm?”
“I said you’re a right for me.” He repeated more confidently, batting her a cheeky wink.
“Do shut up.”
