Bad Swipe

She blamed the dating app.

Stef saw his picture—his smile, the rugged line of his jaw, the way the man could fill out a suit, and like an idiot, she fell a bit in love with him.

And in a night of drunken insanity, she swiped right on the picture she’d been drooling over for months.

Then in a morning of hangover unpleasantness, she saw that he’d swiped right, too.

And suddenly, she found herself on a date with the man of her dreams.