“I would never sleep with a student. I find it unethical,” Lou said. “Amber and I are fully on the same page when it comes to that.”

“I don’t remember ever telling you it’s unethical,” Amber said.

“Oh, how our yogi has softened of late,” Micky said. “It’s obviously Martha’s good influence.” Micky turned to Lou. “Amber used to think exactly like you. No matter how many times I argued that there was nothing unethical about saying yes when a student asks you out.”

“It’s different when they ask you out,” Amber said.

“Oh yeah? How many times did you get asked out and how many times did you say yes?” Micky asked.

“That’s beside the point.” Amber stared Lou in the eye. “Just to be clear. If anyone asks you out after a class, feel free to say yes. I know you would never take advantage of your position as a teacher.”

“Maybe I should come to one of your classes, after all,” Robin said. “Just to keep an eye on who’s ogling you.”

“That would be the day,” Micky said.

“Or…” Robin continued. “Why don’t we have a go at Tinder together right now? Surely the five of us will be a better judge of character based on someone’s looks than just you.” She sat there snickering. Micky was driving tonight, a fact of which Robin had taken eager advantage.

But Micky didn’t come to Lou’s rescue, neither did Amber or Martha. Maybe they were curious about the sort of people one could encounter via a phone app, or they were so invested in Lou’s plight to find someone—even though Lou wasn’t all that invested in it herself—they’d had enough of being rational at this late hour on a Saturday night.

“Do you have your phone on you?” Robin asked.

“Yes.” Lou was already reaching for it in her bag which hung from her chair. No harm could be done with this exercise. It was just a bit of fun really. “Here you go.” Lou unlocked her phone, opened the Tinder app, and handed it to Robin, the self-appointed ringleader in the quest to find Lou a girlfriend.

“How does this work?” Martha asked. “I’m too old to be up to speed with these things.”

“It’s easy,” Robin said. “First you create your profile and configure what you’re looking for, which I assume Lou has already done. Then you get to see an array of profile pictures and you swipe right on the ones you like and left on the ones you don’t like.”

“And this is for lesbians?” Martha asked, an incredulous note to her voice. “I find that very hard to believe. It’s too judgmental.”

“What? You think lesbians can’t be judgmental bitches?” Robin said. She certainly was the life of the party tonight.