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Nisha reared her head back. “Ask. Him. Out? What do I look like? Desperate?!”
Desperate wasn’t a word Tasha would use to describe Nisha. Nisha turned heads wherever she went. If being small with a perfect body wasn’t enough, Nisha had been blessed with classic beauty features, perky nose, high cheekbones, full lips, full lashes. If she wasn’t her best friend Tasha would be jealous of her.
Yes, Nisha could be a bit outspoken sometimes, but Tasha loved her, and she knew that Nisha would also lay down her life for Tasha.
“Finally! I had to join like four dating sites to find him.” She chuckled and shimmied in her seat. “Now to swipe right on him so we’re a match andvoila! Let the games begin!”
Tasha chuckled. “You know where he lives.” When Nisha didn’t answer but kept focused on her phone, Tasha continued, “What’s the difference between asking a guy out face-to-face or asking him out via an app?”
Nisha finally glanced up from her phone to give Tasha a “duh” look. “If it’s done over an app, it’s like it was left up to fate.”
Tasha quirked an eyebrow. “That doesn’t make a lick of sense.”
Nisha waved a hand through the air, rolled her eyes and went back to her phone. “It would make sense if you ever joined an app.” She opened her eyes wide then glanced to Tasha again. “We could sign you up for one of the apps tonight. It’ll be fun!”
Fun wasn’t the word she would use to describe the feeling growing in the pit of her stomach at the thought of putting herself out there like that. Apprehension. Fear. Sick. Yes, those were the feelings she had when she thought about joining a dating app again. “No.”
Nisha pouted and went back to her phone. “You’re such a party pooper.”
“That sums it up.”
“Hot damn!” Nisha yelled so loudly Tasha jumped. “Kien liked me back! We’re officially a match.”
“Yay?”
Nisha pumped a fist in the air.
Tasha went back to inspecting the clothes on her rack. “Now what? Do you wait for him to start the conversation?”
“Pft. He’s a foreigner, he might not know he’s supposed to start the conversation. I’ll just...”
While Nisha’s thumbs moved frantically on her phone, Tasha gathered a pile of dirty clothes and set them on the counter near her purse so she wouldn’t forget them.
“And...it’s done.”
Tasha raised her hands high above her head to stretch her aching back. “What’s done?”
“I just set up a date with Kien.”
Tasha straightened. “That quick?”
Nisha rolled from the chair to stand. “I move fast, girl.”
“Wow. I thought there would conversation and a getting to know each other period or something?” She grabbed her jacket she’d flung across the counter and donned it.
“I have to move fast otherwise one of these hussies will try to wife him up before I get a chance to sample him.”
Tasha laughed and grabbed her purse. “Oh my God. You are a hot mess.”
Nisha helped by grabbing the clothes. “Never said I wasn’t.”
