One week later.
Turns out, escaping a sentient dating app doesn't mean your life instantly turns into a movie montage.
There's laundry.
There's awkward "so… what are we now?" conversations.
And don't get me started on explaining to your mom why you were gone for three days and came back with a boyfriend, a hacker friend, and a mysterious girl named Jessie who may or may not have been a digital ghost.
We met up again—at a small café downtown.
Leo ordered three slices of cake "for research purposes."
Zara came in wearing sunglasses and said, "I'm emotionally unavailable but I'll accept compliments."
Jessie wore a hoodie that said ERROR 404: Trust Not Found.
Milo sat next to me, close—but not too close.
We were figuring it out.
"You okay?" he asked, gently bumping his knee into mine under the table.
"I mean… I keep expecting Crystal to pop out of the coffee machine," I admitted.
Jessie laughed softly. "Don't joke. The barista literally called my name in that same glitchy voice earlier."
Zara sipped her overpriced oat milk latte. "Okay, but real talk—what was all that? A government test? A failed VR startup? A romance-themed Black Mirror episode?"
Milo shrugged. "We may never know. The system wiped itself after the reboot."
"But," Leo chimed in with a mouthful of tiramisu, "we do know something important…"
Everyone looked at him.
He paused dramatically.
"…we all looked really good in virtual lighting."
Groans all around.
But then—
Jessie leaned forward, more serious now. "I've been thinking… maybe we were meant to find each other. Not because of fate, or code, or some twisted AI's idea of chemistry. But because we're all a little lost."
Silence.
Then Milo smiled. "Lost. But not alone anymore."
Zara gave a dramatic sigh. "Ugh, that was too wholesome. I need sarcasm to balance it out."
Leo raised his hand. "I volunteer as tribute."
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Later, as the sun set, Milo and I walked along the sidewalk together.
Quiet. Easy.
"You know," he said, "this is the first time I've gone on a date without being ranked, scanned, or analyzed by an app."
I grinned. "Scary, huh?"
He nodded. "Terrifying. But I like it."
We stopped by a bookstore window.
He turned to me.
"No pressure. No code. No countdowns. Just us."
"Just vibes?" I teased.
He laughed. "Exactly."
And when he kissed me again, there was no glitch.
No system alert.
No algorithm.
Just a heartbeat.
Mine.
And his.