Jenna was appalled. Her Tinder hook-up wasn’t working out. She’d swiped left not right for the guy in front of her – but nevertheless he was standing there, looking hopeful and proffering a glass of fizz.
“Oh… um, right,” he tailed off and nervously gulped down the champagne. “Must be some blip on Tinder.”
Jenna snatched the glass from him and finished its contents.
“Buy me another and we’ll see how it goes.” Champagne on a first date was impressive.
Donny smiled and signalled to the barman. There were advantages to a hacking background.