Day 16: In Which They Swipe
He wasn't stupid enough to tell her that, but Elsa was a surprisingly good aquarium seal. Their conversation that night had led to them tossing their phones across their balconies, and even though she'd argued that there were probably safer ways to make the exchange happen, she had managed to catch his phone flawlessly. They swapped phones back, and, after sterilizing the shit out of them as she had demanded, Jack carefully inspected his dearest neighbor's work.
"I can't believe you never online dated," he grumbled as he looked through the photos she had picked for his revamped Tinder profile.
He heard Elsa exhaling heavily. "Yes. I'm old school. I believe in real-life interactions. Sue me."
A moment went by as she scrolled through her phone, then she groaned. "Where did you find these pictures?"
"Facebook." He shrugged before pointing a threatening finger in her direction. "No changes allowed!"
Elsa rolled her eyes. "This is ridiculous…"
He snorted as he read his bio, and cleared his throat to quote, "'Will ravish anything he can stick his fork into'." Jack presented her with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "Congratulations, you turned me into a fuckboy."
"Pretty sure you don't need my help to accomplish that."
"Gee. Thanks."
Elsa chuckled, rolling her shoulders back. "So what was it again? Right for yes and left for no?"
He nodded. "You got it."
She hummed as she commenced her swiping, and Jack entertained himself with watching her. She was thoroughly analyzing every pixel, every word, every heavy-with-innuendo emoji in the profiles she came across, and it made him wonder if she really understood the purpose of a dating app…
"Oh, look." She lifted her eyes and showed him her screen. "I found you."
"Really? Hold on, I wanna find you too!"
He started speed swiping, and it didn't take him that long to come across her profile picture. He swiped right without an ounce of hesitation, and he waited… But nothing happened.
"... Elsa?" he called her with a frown slowly forming on his face.
"Yes, Jack?"
"Did you seriously swipe left on me?"
"I did? Oh, I must've mixed things up," Elsa mumbled, but he could see that she was biting her lips not to burst out laughing. "My apologies."
He groaned, sliding a hand down his face in exasperation. "I can't believe you. Do you understand what you did? We only had one chance to match, and you blew it."
"What difference does it make? We've matched in real life—"
"It makes all the difference! How am I supposed to use cheesy pick up lines now—" His brain finally caught up with her words. "Wait, what did you say?"
Elsa shrugged, getting on her feet. "You know what? I don't think I'm cut out for this whole dating app thing. I'm uninstalling it."
He held up a finger in her direction. "Rewind, Elsa. What did you just say?"
"I'm going to bed."
"No, you're not. Not until you answer me," Jack stated, attempting to convey all his authority through the crossing of his arms.
But Elsa, completely unfazed, flashed him a final smirk over her shoulder before heading inside her apartment. "Goodnight, Jack."
"GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE, ELSA."
They are so banging on their first date.
