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07:45
Mira groaned as soon as the alarm went off. Begrudgingly, she swiped her finger over her phone to silence it, running a hand over her face. She didn’t really hate waking up early; on the contrary, she preferred getting up earlier so that she could take her coffee calmly.
She just hated that fucking alarm with a passion.
Could she change the tone? Obviously. But that dumb, overly-happy music was the only thing that woke her fast enough to get off bed when it went off. It was just perfect in its infuriating way.
Her feet carefully slid in her slippers, toes curling on the soft material as she got off bed and stretched her arms over her head with a soft sigh.
Mira plodded to the kitchen silently, careful not to disturb her downstairs neighbor; mrs. Yoon woke up at eight sharp, and hated when Mira accidentally made any noise before, no matter if it was her walking around her apartment or a grain of coffee falling to the floor. That woman had supersonic hearing when it came to Mira waking up before her.
After filling the boiler and turning it on, she rummaged through her cabinet to grab a chipped mug (the chipped mug) and put two sugar cubes in. Grabbing one paper filter, the last one, apparently, Mira placed it over her mug, then put her favorite ground coffee blend on and waited.
Mira closed her eyes, leaning back against the counter as she crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for the boiler to beep.
The apartment was quiet, as always; only the water boiling, the soft tick-tock of the clock in the kitchen, and her absent humming filling the pleasant silence.
Only time when her apartment was not silent? When Zoey and Rumi came over.
The youngest of the two, Zoey, was loud. Too loud sometimes. Rumi, on the other hand, was calm when with Mira alone. But when the three of them were together? Rumi almost matched Zoey’s energy. To an extent, but she matched her.
But Mira didn’t mind. They had been her best friends for years.
She remembered when Zoey and Mrs. Yoon argued because the old lady thought the three of them were too loud while playing Uno. They were loud. Especially when Zoey shrieked when she thought she was going to win but Rumi threw a draw 4 for her. Mira had to apologize to her neighbor after both girls left her apartment, claiming she tried to keep it down.
The boiler beeping took Mira out of her thoughts, and she automatically poured the boiling water over the coffee blend, slowly. The smell of coffee quickly filled the kitchen, making Mira hum softly.
“Five minutes. Then I’m coming for you.” She told the brewing coffee, as if it could answer her, before walking to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Mira’s mornings were usually like this: Slow. Perfectly scheduled. Controlled. Even on weekends, she woke up early, went to sleep early too. She just liked having a schedule. Having control over her own life.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were still half-lidded from sleep, her hair undone, but surprisingly untangled. ‘Thank you, Rumi, for the advice.’ she thought, remembering how the oldest told her to try a new serum she used. Mira then walked to her bedroom, to open the window and grab her phone.
She unlocked her phone. 07:54.
“Coffee must be done.”
Mira walked to the kitchen again, frowning when one of the pictures hung in the hallway’s wall was crooked; two fingers moved the frame’s left corner, making sure to leave it perfectly straight before continuing her walk to her awaited coffee.
Reaching the counter, she quickly grabbed the paper filter off the mug, trying not to make a mess as she waited for the last drops of coffee to fall to her mug. She tossed the used paper filter to the bin, then grabbed a spoon and placed it a little too soundly on her coffee mug.
“Shit.” Mira looked to the floor, holding her breath, waiting for Mrs. Yoon to hit her ceiling with a broom because ‘there’s too much noise.’
She sighed in relief when nothing came from the floor underneath. Then, stirred her coffee, took a scalding sip (because she loved getting her tongue scalded by hot water, for whatever reason), and sat on the kitchenette chair. Her phone buzzed; Rumi writing on the group chat about their meet up.
[My imaginaRy friendZ 🤪]
Rums
Mira, 9:30 at Nook’s, right??Mira
Yeah.
Zoey’s coming at 10, isn’t she?
Mira waited for Zoey’s answer, taking a couple sips of her coffee.
Nothing.
Mira
Right. Zoey’s coming at 10.
Mira locked her phone and placed it on the kitchenette after taking the last sip of coffee. She washed her mug, humming some distant tune in her mind, and dried her hands afterwards.
The walk to the bathroom felt light: every time she met up with the girls, she felt energized, although quite socially drained afterwards.
Turning the shower on, she quickly put on a messy bun so as not to wet her hair.
Shower was fast; she just washed her body, put on some lotion and waited for it to dry off to put on her robe and walk to her bedroom once again.
She rummaged through her wardrobe, slowly discarding options until finding something she’s comfortable with: black cargo pants with red stitching, white tank top with a red leather jacket, and a pair of boots. Casual, as always. She placed her chosen clothes on the armchair in the corner of her room, careful not to wrinkle them.
Mira then made her bed. ‘You need to let it air before making your bed.’ so, after 25 minutes, it was perfectly aired.
Pillow perfectly fluffed, she nodded proudly at her freshly made bed; the duvet’s pattern was lined with the nightstand, the cushions placed against the pillow crooked perfectly (because yes, you can crook something and it will come out perfect. Doesn’t apply to wall frames, though), and the teddy bear she won at the fair when she was seven leaning against the cushions.
Now she just had to wait until it was 09:00 so she could leave and arrive at 09:20 to the café and wait for Rumi.
09:24
Mira scrolled aimlessly through her phone, blowing air through her nose when the notification that popped up confirmed what she already predicted.
[My imaginaRy friendZ 🤪]
Zo
IMSO SORRY JUST WOKE UP
GIVE ME 20 AN ILL BE THERE
DONT KILLME PLS
ALSO ORDER ME A CARAMEL MACCHIATO WITH EXTRA WHIPPED CREAM AND A CHOCOLATE CROISSANT PLSTHX
Just as she pocketed her phone again, Rumi appeared, waving with a soft smile at Mira.
“Morning.” The oldest greeted, fixing the strap of her bag as she looks at Mira. “Zo's late.” Rumi stated matter-of-factly, chuckling.
“Yeah, read the message.” Mira nods, tone trying to be unimpressed, but secretly amused by their friend's predictability. “Let's get inside, shall we?” Mira gestures towards the café's door.
The café's dim light provided a cozy atmosphere; it's never too crowded, hence why Mira loved going there instead of other cafés. They were also regulars, and the barista knew their orders to perfection.
“Matcha latte with cinnamon, and a double espresso.” The barista immediately brightened when they got in, her hands immediately finding the matcha container. “And…” The girl tilted her head slightly, eyes following the usual path the three girls (well, two, really) take to the same exact booth they always chose. “Caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream in like… twenty minutes?” She giggled, looking at both Mira and Rumi with an amused look.
Mira sighed, but her lips quirked up just enough, imperceptible for anyone who was not too familiar with her. “Yeah, exactly. And a chocolate croissant, too. Thanks.”
Rumi and her walked to the booth; Mira taking the seat that faced the wall rather than the door, and Rumi taking the one opposite her. Zoey probably will sit next to Rumi, wanting to try her matcha latte as always.
Mira looked at the wall behind Rumi. There was a new picture hung; a field full of poppies in the middle of a rather dark forest. A few butterflies flew by the flowers, drawn by the color or something, she thought. Mira didn't know much about butterflies.
“Hm, any news?” She asked Rumi, who hummed and tapped her chin. Mira's fingers absently tapped the table as she leaned over, elbow resting on top of the surface to prop her chin up. A strand of her raspberry pink hair fell over her eyes, and she huffed it off the way without even bothering to fix it properly.
The soft clatter of plates the barista was washing, and the low music filled the cafeteria, noise that wasn't too invading, in a way that was pleasant.
“Not really…” Rumi finally blurted, shaking her head. “Just tried some new ramyun with Jinu. It was super spicy, although you'd probably engulf it as if nothing.” She joked, her attention drifting towards the barista as the girl walked towards them with their order.
Mira thanked her as soon as her double espresso hit the table, not really looking at her but paying attention to her friend instead.
“Do you like…” The barista waited for Mira to look at her. She was nervous, although only Rumi could tell, as she was the only one that used to notice those things between the two; she first noticed that she now was wearing a badge that displayed her name: Hanna. Then, Rumi noticed how she hesitated when Mira finally looked at her. “vanilla cake? We…” Hanna's fingers drummed restlessly against her thigh, and her cheeks were flushed. “We have some. Freshly made. Would you… like some?”
Mira frowned at the mention of vanilla cake. ‘Too damn sweet. Will make my stomach hurt.’ she thought.
“Hm, not really. No.” She shook her head, then looked at Rumi, whose gaze flicked between her friend and the barista. Mira grabbed her spoon and slowly stirred her coffee, eyes fixed on her mug as she waited for Rumi to answer, and for Hanna to leave again so that they could continue their conversation before Zoey’s arrival.
“We're okay with this, thanks.” The purple haired girl smiled at Hanna, who nodded slowly and bit her lip.
Before the barista left, she opened her mouth as if wanting to say something else, but instead her shoulders sagged and she quickly walked away.
Rumi waited for Hanna to disappear behind the counter before pressing her lips in a thin line to suppress a teasing smirk. “The barista likes youuuu…” She sing-sang, wiggling her eyebrows at her friend.
Mira frowned. Her lips mouthed what the fuck before she spoke out loud “Don't be ridiculous, Rumi.” She rolled her eyes, then looked down at her mug to softly clink the spoon against it.
“I'm not being ridiculous.” Rumi shrugged, then leaned forward to stage-whisper. “She was all nervous and was looking at you the whole time. Her hands were trembling and—”
“She's a girl.”
Mira looked up at Rumi, cutting her off with a raised eyebrow.
“And…?” Rumi looked confused.
“And you're forgetting the part where I don't like girls.”
Right.
Mira didn't like girls.
Not openly.
It was nobody's business. It was easier if people thought she was straight, even if they were her best friends.
Rumi sighed, then giggled. “Right. I keep forgetting that very important part. Silly me.” She scrunched her nose apologetically.
Mira huffed and nodded slowly. “Anyway. Zoey should arrive at any—”
The front door opened, and Mira didn't have to turn around to know who just had gotten in the café.
“Morning!” Zoey greeted the barista and rushed to the booth where her friends sat, tripping over a chair in her way. “Oh sh—”
The raven haired girl was panting when she arrived to the booth. She sat down next to Rumi, holding a finger up to shut both her friends before they could speak. “First of all: I'm sorry. Alarm didn't go off.” She took a deep breath, hands now splayed over the table, trembling slightly from rushing. “Second: I found a super cool movie last night we HAVE to watch together!”
Mira took a sip of her coffee while leaning back against the chair, her long legs slightly spread under the table. “I'm not watching anything involving zombie beavers, Zoey.”
Rumi agreed with her, and Mira's lip quirked upward when the youngest of the three threw her head back with a dramatic groan, gripping Rumi's sleeve.
“OH COME ON!” Zoey pressed her forehead against Rumi's shoulder, fake wailing to add dramatic effect. “We never watch what I suggest!”
Mira's eyebrows shot up. “Hm. Let me check the last movies we watched together, yeah?”
She took her phone out and slowly scrolled through her notes app. She cleared her throat. “Killer sofa.” Her eyes shot up at Zoey before diving back to her phone.
Rumi covered Zoey's mouth with a hand before she could protest. “Shh… shhh.. let her speak.” She whispered, tone fake-threatening.
“Attack of the killer donuts.” Mira continued. “Night of the killer bears.” She grimaced. “What's with your obsession with killer-stuff?”
Mira kept reading, skipping some of the movies written down on her notes app. She leaned forward, elbows now on the table, phone at a careful distance as she narrowed her eyes to read better. “Only good shit we’ve recently watched that was your suggestion,” Her eyes are fixed on Zoey now, the latter pouting her lips. “is Scary Movie 2. I’ll give you extra points for that one.”
The tallest girl softly kicked the youngest’s shin under the table when she tried to grasp Mira’s phone off her hands. Zoey gasped.
“Rumi, Mira hit me!” Zoey grimaced and ducked her hand under the table to rub her leg, frowning at her friend in front.
Mira rolled her eyes. “I did not. I barely touched you. Drama queen.” She shook her head, hiding a barely-there smirk behind her cup.
“You did! ‘Barely touched’ is still hitting!”
Rumi pinched her nose, chuckling under her breath at her friends’ silly argument; she was used to this kind of playful bickering between the two of them. “Mira…” She shot a warning glance towards the tallest, although Mira knew her look was mostly amused rather than warning.
“Aaalright…” Mira pocketed her phone and raised both hands at Zoey as ‘surrender’. “Your highness has spoken, no more hitting Zoey…” She looked at Zoey, who smiled triumphantly and stuck her tongue at her. “... for today.” She added with a smirk.
Back home, Mira sat down on her couch with a long sigh; head thrown back against the backrest, legs spread out, and arms crossed over her chest, she looked at the ceiling. ‘Was the barista really trying to flirt with me?’
She shook her head. ‘Bullshit, she’s just doing her job, plus she’s always been shy.’
Mira was never good at catching people flirting with her, or maybe she just played dumb when someone did.
There was this one time where a guy told her that he thought they met before. Before the guy could finish his pick up line, she quickly frowned, and responded with No, we haven’t. Think you just got confused, leaving both the guy and Rumi, who was with her at the time, speechless. She simply walked away and continued her way.
"He was trying to flirt with you, you idiot." Rumi had told her, falling into step next to her. "He’s totally your type, you know?"
Mira had looked at her with indifference, hands in her pockets. "He was not flirting. He just thought I was someone else. I have never met that guy before."
"You didn’t let him finish his pick up line. He was going to tell you that you met in his dreams, idiot."
Mira had snorted, shaking her head. "Yeah, right. As if we could meet in dreams. That’s just dumb, totally not flirting."
So yeah… she mostly played dumb, claiming she was not interested in relationships whatsoever.
But Mira only ever curtly turned down guys flirting with her. Never girls.
Most of the times she simply looked at them with a barely-there smile and shook her head when they flirted with her.
Asked for her instagram? Smile. Head shake.
Invited to a drink? Smile. Head shake.
Asked where she got her top? She answered politely, then smiled, then continued her conversation with her friends.
Asked if she was into girls?
Oh.
That’s the only time where she hesitated; she always stared a beat too long to whatever girl asked her that, then gulped, and finally, ever so slowly, shook her head, her smile shaking slightly.
I’m not into girls, she always told Rumi and Zoey.
But oh, was she so very into girls.
She found them smarter, physically more pleasing, emotionally more intelligent, and generally easier to be with than men.
Women were gorgeous. Hot.
Men were boring. Unpleasant.
She never flirted with girls, but observed them: not in a creepy way, but rather as if studying patterns in what she liked and what she didn’t in them.
The so-called her type.
Mira had a mental list, but she had to find someone she was comfortable enough with to keep expanding it. So far, she had:
Dark-hair, shorter, big eyes, extroverted, bubbly, optimistic, enthusiast, open-minded.
But most important for her, and something she still had to experience; she wanted someone that knew her deeply even before having romantic intentions with her.
Mira’s stomach growled. She seemed startled by her own body, looking down at herself. ‘You just had two coffees for breakfast, dumbass, of course you’re going to be hungry by lunch time.’ She cursed at herself internally, exhaling through her nose sharply.
Before getting off the couch, she grabbed her phone, connected it to her bluetooth speaker and put on some lofi music. Basic, but helped her fill the silence in her apartment with something pleasing rather than something that got on her nerves.
Lunch was quick; some rice, pork and some stirred-fried veggies. Easy, simple and plain, but filling. Plus, she had to eat something light; her stomach was already grumbling about her morning caffeine intake, one too many she had taken.
“Stupid IBS.” Mira complained (as always) as she walked to the living room.
She placed her plate on her coffee table, plopping down the couch with a soft groan as she stretched her neck, a bone cracking softly. She needed a massage urgently.
Mira grabbed her phone, her free hand already stabbing a piece of pork with the fork. She brought the fork to her mouth, blowing on the food slightly as she scrolled through instagram with no particular aim.
Switching to checking stories instead, she snorted when reaching Zoey’s; the youngest of her friends snapped a quick picture of their shared breakfast table at the café, putting an excessive amount of what she claimed were cute and girly stickers all around their coffees and her croissant.
‘Typical Zoey.’ Mira shook her head while swallowing her food. Her finger tapped the heart at the bottom screen, remembering how Zoey once whined about her always ignoring her insta stories and posts.
Swiping through the stories, a couple ads popped up; tattoos, motorbike gear, bubble tea cafés, videogame stores… She ignored most of them, only mentally noting some bubble tea cafés she knew Rumi and Zoey, the youngest one in particular, would love.
Mira used the fork to scoop up some rice as she scoffed at some random dude's story about the gym.
Tapped for the next story.
Ad.
But she held her finger on the screen for this one, raising one eyebrow just slightly.
🧡🩷Two HEaRts🩷🧡
The dating app for women who love women.
Why choose Two HEaRts?
🧡 Still figuring out stuff? No worries; you don't need to upload your face if you don't want to!* 🧡
🩷 Like someone? Ask them a Yes/No question to start a chat with them: is the answer a yes? Congrats, they want to match with you! 🩷
💜 You will be choosen for who you are, not for a quick f*ck. 💜
*The only picture where your face will be shown is the one you will have to upload in the verification step. Don't worry, it's just to make sure this app is a safe space for wlw! Your picture won't be uploaded anywhere public.
It's more than a match; it's Two HEaRts finding each other.
Mira stared at the ad for what seemed an eternity; she re-read that you don't need to upload your face at least four times, if not ten.
Did she think she was going to find a girl(friend) if she was constantly denying her sexuality for the sake of privacy? Absolutely not.
Had she ever downloaded a dating app? She hard passed on all of them after hearing several horror stories, as she called them, from close friends.
But there was a common denominator all those dating apps she heard about shared: they were all aimed for straight people.
So what were queer aimed dating apps like?
Mira was not sure if she wanted to try; the ad promised anonymity if desired, but would that ensure she got matches, though? People usually want to see the face of who they are talking to, especially in dating apps, right?
‘Maybe they won't be as superficial? Maybe they do find something interesting in my bio… or faceless pictures?’ She thought, realizing now that she was gnawing at her thumbnail.
Mira clicked on the link that led to the app store. Her thumb hovered on the GET button, her eye twitching as she considered the pros and cons of downloading the app and truly creating a profile for the first time ever.
She closed her eyes, pretending not to see what her finger was doing, and pressed softly, so softly she couldn't really feel the screen against her fingertip, on the damned button.
Thirty seconds passed by, and her eyes were still closed. She blindly swiped up to close the app store, pressed the button to lock her phone and placed it face down next to her plate.
Mira finally opened her eyes and stared at the food in front of her like it was judging her, all frowned brows and narrowed eyes. She then angrily poked at her veggies before taking a huge bite, as if that could silence her thoughts. ‘It's ridiculous. Those apps never work.’
Mira had just finished drying her hair off. Long strands were splayed over her pillow, as she looked up to the ceiling.
She'd been tapping her fingers against the mattress for fifteen minutes, feet restless too.
‘Maybe if I just delete it…’ Her eyes fell to her phone, face down on the mattress.
She sighed.
Mira grabbed her phone, unlocked it reluctantly, grimacing at her own hesitation, tapped her thumbs against each other, and finally tapped on the app.
Blinking expectantly, a simple soft pink launch screen welcomed her.
You've already got one heart, thinking about Two?
Welcome to Two HEaRts, your WLW matching experience.
Login
Sign Up
Mira scrubbed her face with one hand, sighing deeply.
“Why am I putting myself up with this?” She spoke to no one, hand falling limp to her side as she stared at the phone once again.
‘Just… sign up already, dumbass.’ she told herself off for hesitating so damn much.
Tap.
She stared at the Get started with your profile text like it personally offended her, her fingers working fast as if it was a race against her better judgement.
She started with the basics: email, password, birthday, location off.
Then the fun part started.
Name.
Mira frowned.
She typed Mira.
Too revealing. She deleted it.
Arim? She snorted. “Yeah, right, as if anyone with more than half a brain cell wouldn't figure out it's my name backwards.”
Mira let out a puff of air, already reaching for the bottom of her screen to swipe up and uninstall that stupid app.
Then, as if divine intervention, a nickname struck in her mind like lightning.
NapalM.
Mira’s lip quirked with approval, her fingers working fast to write that word.
Alright, the easiest was done. Now came… the dreading real profile setup.
Mira shifted in her bed, sitting down instead of laying; this required her full attention as for people not to recognize her.
Age.
She considered lying, but there were no benefits to that; tons of lesbians were going to be 24 in this app, it was not going to be a damning detail for people to recognize it was her.
“Twenty…four.” She spoke aloud as she typed the numbers.
Relationship Status.
Mira snorted, finding this optional about me section amusing. “I believe people will assume I’m single, but…” Her voice was low as she pressed on the Single option.
Relationship Type.
“Monogamous… polyamorous… open relationship…” Mira quickly pressed on the Monogamous option.
Height.
‘Does this really matter?’ She thought, eyebrows knitted together as she tried to remember the last time she measured her height.
If she was not mistaken, she was around 170cm (5’7’’) two years ago when she was measured at the doctor’s during a checkup. She typed it in.
Smoking.
“Ew, no.” Mira’s grimace was almost painful. She hated tobacco with a passion, always having glared at people who smoked near her.
Interests.
This section was where it could turn out to be too revealing; being too specific would disclose too much information that would make her easily recognizable, but not being specific enough would make her profile appear too flat, even boring.
“Horror movies.. motorbike trips… dancing… bears… museums… art… R&B… hm…” Mira spoke aloud at the same time her fingers flew around the screen. She stopped typing, and considered adding some not-so-real interests, just for the sake of not being so real about herself on the app.
Baking. She baked from time to time, just was not passionate about it.
Flowers/House plants. Mira turned her neck towards the rubber plant Rumi once gifted her, grimacing apologetically at the only plant around her place; it was all drooped, and even a couple leaves had fallen to the ground around it, begging for water. Or maybe mercy. Mira was not sure which.
Documentaries. Mira only had ever watched a couple mythological creatures documentaries, mostly obliged by both her best friends.
A notification popped on top of her screen, distracting her from the deep profile-creation task: Zoey sending a turtle’s reel.
Her eyebrows shot up.
Sea animals.
Mira knew absolutely nothing about sea animals. The only facts she was familiar with were the ones Zoey enthusiastically shared with her and Rumi when the three of them were together. And 95% of them were about sea turtles.
Was she happy with her listed interests? She didn’t know; she just hoped for something else to pop up while using the app to add it. ‘Is that what people do here?’ Mira shrugged it off, carefully laying back down on the mattress and sighing.
Bio.
The exhale Mira let out was sharp, too loud in the silent room.
She was not good with words.
Or descriptions.
Or small talk.
Someone who’s awful at communicating in a dating app.
Yup.
100% success rate on finding a girl she had there.
Yet, Mira started typing.
Fifteen minutes had passed.
She had run her hand through her hair so much she had to gather it into a messy bun.
Four attempts at a decent bio, and she finally got something.
Or so she thought.
Dating app first timer(?).
I think cats are very insightful.
I love coffee. Black. So yes, I will judge how you take yours.
I draw sometimes, but don’t ask me about my art right away, thanks.
Looking for someone who won’t play games and keep things interesting. (No hookups)
“This is extremely underwhelming. Great job, Mira.” She rolled her eyes at her own dull description, but decided to leave it that way anyway.
Mira locked her phone to breathe a little; creating the profile was stealing what little energy she had remaining for the rest of her day. She closed her eyes, inhaled and exhaled slowly for a few seconds, then unlocked her phone again.
She cursed out loud. “Fuck. The fucking pictures.”
Mira stared at the + sign on the Upload your Pictures! section.
Her left eye twitched, and she mentally counted how many pictures she needed to upload; a minimum of five, a max of ten.
She thought they were too many, especially if she had to find faceless pictures.
Her thumb hovered over the button before finally pressing on it, her phone gallery opening instantly.
Selfies, pictures with the girls, random stray cats… scrolling down through her gallery seemed endless, but she found something to upload.
An old pic with her old motorbike and gear; black and pink helmet on, black leather jacket, black leather pants, black and pink boots, and, of course, black and pink motorcycle. It was not her current one, nor was her gear, so it was impossible for someone to recognize her solely on that. Her face was not showing, nor was her hair. Perfect.
A random stray calico cat; the feline was looking straight to the camera as Mira’s hand disappeared under its chin.
A museum artwork from two years ago; a nude woman in dark oil painting she found rather interesting in a temporary exhibition. It wasn’t sexual or vulgar, just suggestive.
A picture of a random morning where she accidentally spilled some coffee on a novel and landed perfectly on a written you.
Mira bit her lip, hesitating for the last picture to upload. She thought it was going to be quite contradictory given the fact that she wrote not to ask about her art right away in her bio, but she loved that picture. And it was not revealing. So she just thought 'fuck it', and added it anyway.
One of her drawings (which she showed absolutely no one); the sketch of a hand (specifically her hand, because she loved getting references on her own before looking for them somewhere else) gripping some sheets.
“I mean…” Mira, cleared her throat. “girls love hands, am I wrong…?”
Fifteen minutes later, after having checked her profile at least ten times, Mira decided it was time to finish creating her profile.
And she clicked on Create profile.
A beating heart appeared on the screen, a cute display of the app working on the creations of her unique profile.
Congrats!
Your Two HEaRts profile is almost set up!
Click here to verify your profile, and you’ll be good to go!
Your second HEaRt is waiting for you!
And so Mira did.
The link opened an easy-to-follow picture verification; she just had to take a selfie, the screen displaying a warning where It won’t be uploaded! Our agents will just use it to verify your profile. This might take a while, so feel free to follow our social media in the meantime! could be read.
Mira didn’t even bother to move; she lay still on the mattress and took a quick selfie, not really thinking or caring about how she looked like.
‘What now?’
She still thought this was ridiculous, that she would delete it in less than a week. So she simply swiped up to close the app, and decided it was time to sleep.
Mira placed her phone on her nightstand, face down as always, switched off the lights, pulled the covers over herself, and simply closed her eyes.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the app, though.
Part of her hoped her verification picture wouldn’t go through as for it to serve as an excuse to delete the app.
Another part hoped it did, so she could experience this whole dating app experience, in anonymity.
Eventually, Mira fell asleep, and a notification casted a soft halo around her phone:
Congrats! Your profile is finally set up!
Start matching, find your second HEaRt.