With everyone gone at the game for the weekend, Stacia invited Simon and Whitney over to study at her place. She was determined to play matchmaker with them even if both seemed oblivious to how any of this worked. And, by the end of the weekend, she was even more frustrated that she hadn’t had any success. How hard could it be to get two sort-of-awkward journalism nerds together?
“Well, I, um…actually have a violin lesson in thirty minutes, so I should get going,” Whitney said on Sunday afternoon.
“You’re leaving?” Stacia asked, wide-eyed. She looked between Simon and Whitney, like, Come on, work with me!
“Yeah. Every Sunday. Sorry.”
“Do you want to come back over afterward?” Stacia prompted. “Simon, you’d like Whitney to come back, right?”
“Honestly, I feel like we’re about set here,
