Page 2 of Just a Friend for the Lion
Coincidence? Ha! Don’t insult me.
I’ve been doing this for a long time, Lieblings.
And while I may be a bit slow to embrace the trappings of the modern world (these app updates! Oy vey!), I have to say, Date to Mate has become one of the greatest magical achievements of my long, wand-wielding life.
I’m proud. So very proud. Because this little enchanted app of mine? It’s not just making matches—it’s making families.
Building bridges. Healing hearts.
I’ve watched jaded warriors, lonely Witches, single dads, and tired waitresses all find their fated mates with nothing more than a swipe, a spark, and a bit of faith.
So, what’s next?
Well, I have a plan. I always have a plan.
And this one starts with lunch.
A very special lunch.
At Pizza Girls, of course. I’m inviting Carter.
And I won’t leave until not-so-little Carter signsup for Date to Mate, even if I have to lure him with garlic knots and threaten him with glitter curses.
The future is magical, my darlings—and I, for one, am ready to swipe toward destiny.
With sparkles, sauce stains, and sincerity,
Uncle Uzzi
Chapter 1
Carter
Moving to a new city can be hectic as hell, but I’m a Jersey boy born and bred—no matter where I roam, this state’s in my blood.
The pace, the people, the scents, the sounds, the food.
It’s all a part of me.
The honking horns, corner bodegas, and the smell of concrete after a thunderstorm? That’s my soundtrack.
And setting upLion Limousines & Livery Servicein Newark? Yeah, it feels right.
Like I’m finally claiming a piece of something that’s mine.
No handouts. No baggage.
Just me, my wheels, and the open road.
I left the Blue Valley Pride a while back. Not in some dramatic rogue-style blaze of glory or anything, but as a quiet exit from a life that never really fit.
I’m not exactly the “yes, Alpha” type, and Pride life? It comes with rules.
Expectations. Hierarchies.
Me? I like to run my own show.
See, I’m a freedom-of-the-road-loving kind of guy. No strings. No attachments.
