TruU - Part Two

Pulling my wallet from my pocket I quickly pump in my credit card information, the app hungrily accepting the three figure payment as the border of the screen turns gold. A slight series of chimes bellow from my phone, an extension to the jingle that had played once the blonde had made her match.

A fresh pop up flashes on screen, a small arrow sitting beneath it to cycle through the dialogue boxes while another button merely says 'Likes'.

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Eager to see just who could have possible swiped right on that terrible profile I quickly fumble to tap at the 'Likes' button, my my shaking hand and large phone making it a little difficult to navigate to the oddly placed prompt.

Suddenly the screen flickers, the gold border remaining as a blank page appears. For a moment I think I was lie to, the lack of any potential matches causing no small amount of confusion. However, after a few seconds image after image begins to populate the blank background, each listing a name along with the person's age and profession.

As I tap at the first profile picture it merely expands, the same information being provide once over as a set of buttons appear at the bottom of the screen.

"Match'     -     'Skip'

TruU - Part One

Walking up and down the aisles of the super market I slowly place fill my basket with the cheapest of essentials. Cans of bean, two-minute noodles and anything else that is shelf stable and that can keep me from needing to do another shop for as long as possible.

Sighing to myself I search for the best sales on cans of tomatoes, sighing as I grab some of the home brand and cram them along with the other cheap and nasty items filling the basket. It wasn't easy to budget on zero income, especially while still paying rent in the city, the job hunt since being made redundant in my academic role having been less than fruitful.

With slumped shoulders I shuffle towards the frozen aisle, hoping to find some cheap source of vegetables, my ears perking up as  I hear a cute little chime from one of the aisles. A sharp giggling squeal erupts from a young woman standing next to a shelf of hair dye, her friend turning to her in confusion.

"I got a match!" the bubbly young blonde giggles, turning her phone around as her friend looks at the screen. The dark haired tan young woman pouts a little, her tongue briefly licking over her plump lips as she looks the picture almost lustfully.