Page 20 of The Singles Club

There was a long pause before texting bubbles surfaced.

V: You concede that I won our calling game, and you have yourself a deal.

J: I concede.

V: To what?

The competitive streak in me hesitated, but I gritted my teeth and gave Vivian what she wanted. The truth was, I did have the better end of the deal.

J: You won our calling game.

A side-smiling face flung up onto the screen, followed by another text.

V: When is your meeting with Rajesh?

J: Thursday.

A wide-eyed emoji popped up and I replied.

J: I seem to recall you helped me in less than five minutes before my last meeting. I have faith you can pull this off.

V: This is different. When you get home, FaceTime me. I need to see your wardrobe STAT.

J: Or you could come over and take a look for yourself…

Another long pause.

V: Does this complete honesty start now?

J: Every time we communicate.

V: I just want to clarify that our date isn’t a real date, and I’m not sleeping with you.

Well, that was blunt, but I did ask for it.

J: Asking a stylist to come to my apartment to look at my wardrobe is not my usual pick-up line, so you’re safe.

V: Good. Are you home?

J: No, but I can leave now. Have you eaten yet?

V: I’m still at work, but I can grab a quick snack before I leave.

J: Nonsense. You’re helping me out. I could at least buy you dinner.

V: You will buy dinner on our date ;) In all seriousness, I’m fine, but I wouldn’t be opposed to a nice chilled glass of Pinot Grigio or Chardonnay…

J: Consider it done.

V: Text me your address. I’ll leave here in about a half hour to give you time to settle in first.

J: Sounds like a plan. See you then.

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