Page 54 of Charming my Best Friend

“I’ve seen the movies, dummy,” she said, heading down the hallway.

I shook my head. Then, as soon as I saw her disappear into her room, I pressed the heart button.

Two minutes later, I realized I’d been holding my breath and exhaled slowly. But before I’d even let the air out of my lungs, my phone pinged.

I gasped as I read the “You have a match” message, giving myself the hiccups instantly.

“Have you seen my wallet?” Fiona asked, walking into the kitchen. “I had it out here when we got Jimmy Johns last night?”

I hiccupped again, reaching down between the couch cushions and holding her wallet in the air.

“Thanks.”

“Fiona.”

“You want me to scare you or something so your hiccups go away,” she said, grabbing her wallet. “Cause I could go put on your Frodo costume and-”

I shook my head.

“What then?”

I lifted my phone. “I have a match.”

She froze. “It’s him, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“What are you going to say?”

“I’m not going to say anything,” I said. “He was probably just being friendly.”

“Yeah, and the other night he was just checking to see if you had any cavities.”

“Don’t you think I should wait a few minutes and see if he sends me a message.”

“He sent you a message in his apartment last weekend.”

“I’m really starting to regret telling you that.”

Fiona pursed her lips. “Why don’t you just say hey.”

“Hey?”

She shrugged. “Hi?”

“That’s exactly why I’m not going to say anything. There’s nothing to say. We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, right. And Frodo and Samwise were just friends.”

“Right.”

She raised her hands in the air. “Until they embarked together on the greatest adventure of their lives!”

I turned to look at her. “Which did not start on Tinder.”

“Are you kidding?” she asked. “Tinder is just like The Shire!”

I leaned against the arm of the couch. “Please go on. I’m dying to know what Tinder and The Shire have in common.”

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