Fiona cleared her throat. “The Shire is a safe place from which epic adventures begin.”
“That’s a stretch.”
“Maybe, but if I never sent Peter a message, I wouldn’t have a bruise on my inner thigh right now.”
“You sent him a message?”
“Hell yeah I did. And I’m going to send him another one tonight and it’s gonna say-”
“I don’t want to hear about that one. Tell me what you said when you first got matched.”
She shrugged. “It was something like, do you really work at the Children’s hospital or are you just the sleaziest guy I’ve met on Tinder yet?”
“And?”
“And he said he really worked there.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And I said, in that case I’m seriously ill and need urgent treatment.”
“Jesus.”
“And then I said, and by treatment I mean dinner.”
“Good lord.”
“Isn’t he though? I’ve been calling his name ever since.”
“Oh god.”
“That’s exactly what I say, over and over and-”
“Shouldn’t Peter be here by now?”
“I’m not leaving until you send him a message.”
I looked down just as my phone pinged. “Too late.”
“What did he say?”
“He said-” I shook my head and tried to suppress a smile. “Sup beautiful?”