It's late.
Lo is lying on her back in bed staring up at the white ceiling, just as many nights before she's counting the cracks in the paint. 'I should really get that fixed... Tomorrow, after work. I'll swallow my pride and call dad.' she thinks as she turns to her side, picking up her cellphone to check the time.
02:11 the clock reads in its bright white letters on the pink background. Four hours and forty-nine minutes until she has to get up. Forty-eight.
Lo curls her thin, pale legs up against her petite figure and sighs again. Maybe there's some app for this? Maybe she can start some soothing noises on her phone to get to sleep? She's downloaded many before but maybe this time it will work.
She opens the app-store, and at the top there's one with a red flame on a white background. Lo giggles, clicking it, she's heard of this app but internet dating has never really been her thing. Actually dating at all had never been her thing, she's made out with a few boys at parties, but they were just that. Boys. Even though Lo herself is only 20 years old, and not necessarily very mature, she found no connection with people her age, and definitely no attraction.

When the app finished downloading and Lo had uploaded her pictures it was time for the description.
'Hi! I'm Lo, 20 years old (or young). You can usually find me reading, drinking coffee, painting and staying up too late for my own good. I'm not looking for sex. Thank you." She'd heard stories from her friends of how superficial this app was, so better to be safe than sorry.

The white loading screen comes up and then there's a picture of a guy, he's petting a tiger. No. Another one, he's got a red cap on backwards. No. No. No. Hmm.. No. No. A guy standing in an art museum, pretty cute. Yes. No. No. Lo finds the process fun, powerful, declining boys may just become her new interest, maybe she didn't want to meet anyone at all, maybe this is good enough. No. No. Yes. No... No. No.
A black and white photo, a man sitting in what looks like a café, a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Smart pants.. A very nice body, not muscular, not thin, just.. Nice. Glasses, a fairly big but well kept beard.. He's got a warm smile but somehow his eyes manage to be stern. Captivating. Lo feels a slight tingle in her body, but jeez he's old. His beard is almost completely grey and he's got wrinkles around his eyes. Eric, 48... Lo mouths the number with her small lips and starts slowly swiping left. 'Oh whatever he won't swipe right on me anyway so why does it matter?' she thinks and swipes right. Butterflies in her stomach and a smile she's not sure of.
Lo closes the app, puts her phone away and finally falls asleep.