CHAPTER 5
“So run this by me again,” I wave a buttered baguette in the air, “you’ve joined Tinder?”
My manager Steph passes me a large pot of tuna mayonnaise filling with an indignant huff.
“Of course I haven’t. Everyone knows Tinder is for young folk. The agency is actually called Frisky, Flirty and over Fifty dot com.”
I gulp back a yelp of laughter and slide a glance at my colleague Marvin who is trying his best to control his mirth.
Steph pulls the ties of her apron tighter, “you can mock all you want, but I’m getting a lot of attention on there I’ll have you know.”
“Let me look then.” I hold out my hand.
Reluctantly Steph fiddles with her phone, before passing it over.
I stare down at an unfamiliar face. “Steph… this isn’t you.”
“Well yes duh… I set up the account Lou.”
