Page 30 of How to Win the Girl

“Dude.” I begin only after I’ve found a show to watch. “I have someone I think you should meet.”

Daisy might be a little more assertive than Drew is used to, but she seems like a good catch and a decent human, and she makes for good conversation.

Plus, she’s cute, especially when she’s fired up, which is most of the time.

“Someone I should meet? Who?”

“A girl.”

Drew is basting the Styrofoam ball in his hands with a glue stick, which isn’t going to work—literally at all—for whatever project he’s working on in the kitchen. Probably making a model of an atom or some bullshit.

“You have a girl you think I should meet?” His thick brows are raised the same way mine go up when I’m skeptical about something. “Where did you meet her?”

Er.

So.

“I have two choices. I can lie, or I can tell the truth, only one of which you’re gonna react favorably to.”

My brother rolls his eyes. “Why would I choose the lyin’ option, you dumbfuck?”

Dumb fuck =the most underrated curse combination of all time.

“I met her on a dating app.”

“Oh.” His shoulders seem to sag in relief. “Why would you have to lie about that?”

“Er. ’Cause it’s your dating app.”

Drew laughs. “I don’t have a dating app.”

“I mean, not technically—not on your phone, you don’t. But I have a dating app on mine.”

His name.

His profile.

His information.

“So you were swiping and found someone you thought I’d crack on with?”

“Mostly?”

“What does that mean—mostly?” His eyes never leave my face. “And when did you download the dating app?”

He still hasn’t connected the dots.

“The night you told me you didn’t want to meet someone through a dating app?”

I add a nervous laugh to the end of the sentence to punctuate it.

“Dude.” He pauses. “Please don’t say what I think you’re about to say.”

I nod. “’Kay. I won’t.”

“Drake.” He isn’t satisfied with that reply either. “Did you put me on a dating app?”

“Yes?”

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