Page 51 of Charming my Best Friend

Chapter 17: Lucy

“I can’t believe you left swiped that guy!” Fiona said, looking over my shoulder.

I shrugged. “I wasn’t feeling his sideburns.”

“You of all people should know that hair is one of the only things you can change about a man.”

“Tell that to my Dad.”

“Good point,” she said. “But even he could get a transplant or something.”

I laughed. “He’d probably be an excellent candidate. He takes really good care of the few hairs that are left.”

“I’m not sure why he bothers. Once you have few enough that you can name them, you should probably just give up.”

I swiped a few guys left just for looking at me funny.

“Damn, you’ve gotten picky. I woulda kept that buff looking one.”

“Which one?”

“I was just about to ask you the same question,” she said. “What do you think?”

I craned my neck around to look at her.

She pulled her hair back. “Silver danglies?”

I looked at her exposed ear. “Okay.”

“Or purple danglies?” she asked, modeling the other side of her head.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” I asked.

“Whoa, I know my style is eclectic, but I wouldn’t wear my Bulls Jersey on a date.”

I shrugged. “I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“Just pick already.”

“Could you ask me again in context?” I turned back to my phone. “And you’re welcome that I take styling you so seriously.”

Fiona groaned and started down the hallway.

“Hey, are you still using Tinder or are you and Peter off the market?”

“I’m not off,” she called down the hall. “But I’m not swiping or anything.”

“I suppose you’ll have to have a formal chat with him about that when the time comes.”

“Hideous!”

“Yeah, I don’t envy you.”

“No, not the talk is hideous,” she yelled from her room. “I was referring to my skinny jeans which are tight already, and he’s not even officially my boyfriend.”

I laughed. “Letting yourself go ahead of schedule, are you?”

“Apparently,” her voice echoed up the hall.

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