“What do you mean?”
“The app is designed to match shifters based on their common interests, personality types, and location. It doesn’t show you a picture of the person you’re supposed to meet.”
“Why not?”
“Because looks aren’t everything, Meredith.”
She says this like it’s obvious, like it’s something I should already know, and maybe she’s right. I probably should know, but I’m not perfect. I don’t pretend to be.
“Yeah, okay. Let me see how it works.”
“You set up your profile,” Foxy holds her phone out. “You list your interests and you can share your job if you want to.”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea for me,” I point out.
“Why? Because you’re the only bartender in town?” She laughs.
“One of two.”
“No offense, but I don’t think you and Shannon have the same romantic...type.”
“Because she likes girl?”
“Because she only likes girls,” Foxy nods. “And besides, she’s dating someone, and I don’t think her girlfriend is the sharing type.”
She’s not wrong. Both Shannon and her girlfriend are sweethearts. When Shannon’s working, sometimes Kennedy will come hang out at the bar all night and the two of them will just chat and joke and laugh between customers.
It’s super cute, and sometimes I wish I had something like that.
Sometimes.
But I haven’t dated in a very long time, and I’m not sure if I’m actually ready to. Foxy seems to know what I’m thinking because she looks at me carefully.
“Look,” she says. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I know that.”
“But if you want to get out of your comfort zone a little, it’s a fun way to meet people. Besides, you don’t even have to actually go on any dates. You can just chat.”
I nod and look back over to New Guy. He’s almost done with his glass, so I step away from Foxy to go see if he’s ready for another drink. Something tells me that there’s more to this guy than meets the eye. Either that or I really am going crazy from lack of sex. I make a mental note to download Team Shifter when I get home, and I reach for the bottle of scotch.
“Another round?” I ask, and he smiles up at me.
“Please.”
Chapter 2
Robert
The bartender laughs more than she wants to admit. She’s got a ready smile and bright eyes, and her dark hair curls around her cheeks in the loveliest way.
I don’t really want to admit that I’m smitten, but, well, I am.
She hands over my second drink and smiles at me. I try to give her more money, but she places her hand on mine.
“It’s on me,” she says.
“You should let me pay.”