Online
Ameri stared at her phone longer than she’d like to admit.
“Prince Charming,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at herself. “Yeah… okay.”
But still—she tapped “Create Profile.”
The dating site loaded slowly, almost like it was giving her time to change her mind. A soft pink screen, smiling couples, promises of real connections. Ameri sighed.
“Just try,” she whispered.
She typed carefully:
Looking for something real. Someone kind. Someone who actually shows up.
She hesitated before adding one last line:
Maybe even my version of Prince Charming.
She hit submit before she could overthink it.
Within seconds—ding.
Ameri blinked.
“That was fast…”
She opened the notification.
“You have a match.”
No profile picture. Just a name: M.
Her heart did a small, unexpected flip.
“Okay… mysterious,” she said, intrigued despite herself.
Meanwhile…
Across the city, Ameri rushed into a tall glass building, clutching her folder.
Phoenix Daily Press buzzed with energy—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, reporters rushing in and out.
Ameri took a deep breath.
“This is it.”
Her interview.
She stepped up to the front desk. “Hi, I’m Ameri. I have an interview at 10.”
The receptionist smiled politely. “You’re here to meet Marc.”
Ameri nodded, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in her chest.
Before she could sit, a voice behind her spoke—
“Ameri?”
She turned.
And for a moment… everything paused.
Marc stood there—sharp suit, confident posture, eyes that looked like they missed nothing.
“Hi,” he said, offering a small smile. “I’m Marc.”
Ameri blinked, caught off guard by how… effortless he seemed.
“Hi,” she replied, hoping her voice didn’t betray her nerves.
As they shook hands, neither of them noticed the phone in Ameri’s bag—
lighting up again.
M: “I have a feeling we’re going to get along.”
