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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

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Mr. Scorpio: Hey! Remember me?

[?]: Ah, yes, it’s been a hot minute.

Mr. Scorpio: You never got back to me.

[?]: I thought you’d take a hint. ;)

Mr. Scorpio: Aww, come on now.

I think you’d like me if you gave me a chance.

[?]: Oh, you do now? So why would I like you?

I don’t know a thing about you, and your

profile is. . . lacking.

Mr. Scorpio: Oh, so you looked into me?

[?]: Well, duh. You asked me out after just

a few seconds of chatting. I had to see what

kind of creeper I’m dealing with. ;)

Mr. Scorpio: Ouch. Creeper. I’m a little offended.

[?]: Well, if the shoe fits.

Mr. Scorpio: I’m actually pretty normal.

[?]: No one normal proclaims to be normal.

Hello, red flag.

Mr. Scorpio: Ouch again. Fine then.

We don’t have to meet just yet. Why don’t we

take a second to get to know each other first?

[?]: Sure.

Mr. Scorpio: Well, to start I am seemingly

normal. I have a full-time job, never been

married. No kids. I enjoy good music too.

I love a good concert. I’m also into craft beer,

and I’m a good cook.

[?]: Sounds pretty generic.

Mr. Scorpio: Well, that’s what you gave me.

Tell me more about you. The more you tell,

the more I’ll tell.

[?]: You’re lucky I’m bored.

Mr. Scorpio: You’re right. Lucky me.