The waitress was scraping plates sadly into the bin.
She seemed bored as she had no customers to attend to, for her it was going to
be a long night.
A petite girl with tiny eyes and sharp features
began to devour her basket of food, occasionally looking up from her phone she
was immersed in. At another four-person table, one individual was sat with a
sour look on his face, he wasn't alone though, two large burgers were there
to keep him company.
The windows were fogged with steam and breath. After
seeing a mediocre film, we were sharing a cosy fondue.
''I'm using this app where you like or dislike
different users, and can chat with them, then, if you both match,'' I said.
Her eyes popped. "I actually know this
one!"
She pointed at me. "Bidder!”
"What?" I asked.
"It's called Bidder, the one where you swipe
and make a bid for people."
"Sort of. You're close. But it's actually
called..."
"Don't tell me," she pondered for a few
more seconds, moving her lips, though I think she was just reciting 'Bidder'.
"Okay, go on, then. What's it called?"
"Tinder," I retorted.
"No," she shook her head. "I
preferred my one. Your name for it actually just doesn't make sense."
