Page 6 of Text Me A Kiss

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That day happened to be Saturday. Usually, I was busy on Saturday. I could thank Olivia that I wasn’t.

My phone buzzed, and I smiled and shook my head at the picture she’d sent me of herself rolling her eyes as her grandmother gestured at an enormous notebook of pictures. As far as excuses went, ditching me for her grandmother was a very forgivable one.

However, it meant that now I had no excuse not to clean my apartment.

Wait… maybe I did. The dating app that had remained unopened since Wednesday had a little notification bubble on it.

Curious, I tapped it. One new chat request from….

L’Art_of_Illusion? What did that—

“Oh!” I exclaimed aloud, suddenly getting it. The Art of Illusion was often something talked about in regards to magicians and their magic, and this guy had combined it with the name of a French play in a bit of wordplay that only a very small number of people was likely to understand. Knowing that I was one of these few, I absolutely had to accept his chat request.

I didn’t stop there.Your name is a play on words for L’Illusion Comique, right?I typed, then hit send. The headshot of a bearded, fairly attractive man smiled up at me from the profile picture at the top of the conversation page, and I decided a little flirtiness wouldn’t hurt.That’s really clever!

Well, Olivia had been telling me I needed to get back out into the complicated world of relationships. If I was going to do that, I might as well start with a guy who claimed to be interested in the arts.

The clothes on the floor could wait. Time to stalk Mr. L’Art_of_Illusion’s photos.