“I’ve been trying my luck on Tinder.” Yuri mumbled.

“What did you say?” Jessica leaned closer.

“I said, I’ve been trying my luck on Tinder.”

Hearing this, Jessica quickly pulled the chair in front of Yuri and made herself comfortable. “That’s my girl! How is it? I heard there are a load of creepy guys on it.”

“Well yeah. Some are just desperate for and others are pretty decent I guess.” Yuri had taken some photos of her drink and food while nonchalantly answering Jessica’s question.

“What about the chics? Good?” Jessica wiggled her eyebrows and Yuri had almost stabbed her with a fork.  

‘Hmm. Pretty.’ Her thumbed swiped right.

‘Good grief. How is that even possible?’ Her thumbed swiped left.

‘Too old.’ Her thumbed swiped left, again.

‘Too young.’ And again.

‘Ooo same age, a lot of shared interest and wait. What the ? He’s my coursemate?? Jeez.’ Once again.

‘Ohhhh dayum. Hot chic.’ For some odd reason her thumb swiped left once again. you thumb. 

‘Nice abs.’ Her thumbed finally swiped right.

‘Oooo pretty girl. Doe-liked eyes, fair skin, a year younger and OMG she's a SONE. Daaaaamn. She’s my ideal type. Please be a match. Please.’ Her thumbed swiped right and unlike before, a notification popped up.

“It’s a Match! You and Im have liked each other.”

Yuri did a fist pump as though she had just won the lottery.