Chapters (38)
- Full Page Image
- Copyright
- Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Epilogue
- Excerpt - Bridesmaid for Hire
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“Yeah, charcoal is my favorite. I’m pretty good at watercolor, but it’s not as messy. I like getting my fingers dirty.” I almost wiggle my eyebrows but then realize I don’t have that kind of relationship with her…at least not yet.
“What do you draw mainly?”
“Birds,” I answer with a shrug. “I like bird-watching. I take pictures and then I draw them.”
“That’s…not what I was expecting you to say.”
“No?” I ask with a smirk. “What did you think I drew?”
“Honestly, not sure, but birds weren’t on my radar.”
“Here to surprise you,” I reply.
“Yeah, maybe a little too many surprises.”
That makes me chuckle.
“Um, what did you think you were going to be when you were going through school?”
“Wasn’t really sure.” I shrug. “Was kind of just trying to figure things out. Didn’t quite have a clear direction.”
“Then how did you come up with your app thingy?”
“Soda Tracker,” I correct her.
“Wait.” She shifts on her feet. “You came up with Soda Tracker? That’s like…Yelp for Soda. That’s…that’s a huge app.”
I scratch my neck. “Uh, yeah.”
“How did you come up with that?”
“It was my freshman year, and I was tired as shit most of the time from staying up too late and waking up early for class. I wasn’t a big coffee drinker but loved any type of Coke. Diet Coke, regular, Coke Zero. But I found out pretty quickly that not all Cokes are the same, especially around the city. I’d get irritated when I thought I’d be getting a crispy Coke straight from the fountain, only to find out that it was flat. So one late night, I was bouncing ideas around in my head and came up with Soda Tracker. It allows users to see who serves what brand of soda—which is important—and then it also allows the user to rate the soda, therefore not having to deal with disappointment. It started small, but now it has millions of users constantly rating, offering suggestions.”
“I can’t believe Mika never said anything.”
“He doesn’t say much about me in that aspect. Tend to keep it private.”
She thinks on it and then says, “That’s why you said you don’t date much, because if people find out who you are.”
I nod. “Yeah, people tend to get weird when they find out you have money.”
“I mean, when you casually drop fifteen thousand for a life experience, I can see why.”
“But a fun life experience.” I point at her, making her smile ever so slightly.
She nods at me, arms still crossed. “Why did you sell it?”