So as you can see I already missed a day *rolls eyes*. I will become a more organised writer!
“No, no, no, no, NO!” Henna swiped her finger across the screen, flicking through photos of ‘single men in her area’. “Too much hair, eyes are too blue, he clearly spends too much time on his eyebrows!”
She rolled her eyes. This is hopeless. She’s never going to find a decent guy this way. She took a sip of her drink and stared out the window into the dreary street outside. She sighed deeply and drew her knees up to her chin. A familiar tune drifted down the hallway as her flatmate waltzed into the room. Henna had met Pearl about a year ago and they had moved into their tiny London flat shortly after. Pearl never had trouble with guys. With her slim physique, waist length blonde hair and beautiful voice it was easy to see why.
“Hey cutie,” Pearl said. “Whatcha doing?”
“Just swiping left continuously,” Henna replied drearily.
“You need to swipe right every now and again. Give them a chance.”
“Are you kidding?” Henna jumped up from the sofa and opened her phone again. “Have you seen the guys I’m up against.”
She began swiping through photos.
“Look at this guy. His eyebrows meet in the middle. And this one, look how tarnished his scales are!” Henna’s pearlescent wings quivered.
“Oh come on Hen, they can’t all be that bad.” Pearl said.
“They can. This guy reckons he’s a wood elf. Not a chance, those ears have got high elf written all over them. I could go into this thinking I’m meeting a really down-to-earth guy and he turns out the be a snooty know-it-all!”
Pearl shook her head and smiled. “Then you need to get out and meet someone. There are loads of great guys out there. I meet at least 5 a day.”
“Yes Pearl, but you just need to bat your eyelids and shimmer your tail fin and they flock to you.”
“That’s not strictly true! If I want them to flock I have to do a fair amount of singing.”