“Bluewaffles123,” he repeats. “And for his picture?”
“Do you have one?”
“I want to use the one I did of him today.”
We both look over at the Art Wall. He drew a picture of his dad that’s so freaking cute it actually made me tear up a little. And GoogleAlex Vegaas soon as I could.
“Do you want me to take a picture of the drawing?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to use an actual photograph of him?”
He waves his hand dismissively. “Nah, it doesn’t matter.”
“If you say so.” I take a picture of the drawing with my phone and then upload it to the website once it’s in the Photos library on my laptop. “This is the best dating profile picture I’ve ever seen.”
“Are you on here too?” he asks, coming around to my side of the desk and resting his elbows on it.
“Nope. I don’t use dating websites.”
“Why not? Do you already have a boyfriend?”
“Nope. But remember what we talked about on the first day of school?”
He slaps his forehead. “Oh yeah! Sorry.”
“It’s fine. But since it’s not class time right now, I will tell you that I do not have a boyfriend. Are yousureyour dad isn’t seeing anyone?”
“Oh yeah. I’m sure. Is it set up yet?”
“Nope. We have to answer a bunch of questions.”
“Like what?”
“Well there’s a whole bunch of them, and then depending on how you answer them, that’s how they find a match—or a whole bunch of matches—for your dad.”
He shrugs. “Okay.”
“Sooooo, did your dad tell you that he wants to find a girlfriend? Like, did he say that recently? Like since before Halloween week? Is that why you’re doing this? I mean, you don’t have to tell me. But I should probably know since I’mhelping you with this.” I’m pretty sure I sounded super casual asking that.
“I asked him yesterday if he has a girlfriend.”
“And he definitely said no? Because he could still be dating someone. Or several people.”
“He’s always at home with me. Or driving me places. He says he’s busy working on something.”
“But you’re at school for most of the day. He might be seeing someone during the day, when you’re not around.”
He watches me, so closely that it creeps me out. “I just want him to be happy, Miss Stiles. He’s a really good dad. And I want him to have a nice girlfriend.”
“Well, like I said, that is very sweet of you. He’s lucky to have you.”
“Can we hurry up and get to the questions now?”
“Yeah… Okay, what would you say your dad is all about? Like, how would you describe him to someone? Or I guess, how would he describe himself to someone? Because it’s supposed to be him answering these questions…”
CHAPTER 19