Fiona bit her lower lip at Clary's suggestion, feeling ridiculously nervous about it. And then she became frustrated with her prevaricating, so she downed the wine in her glass, topped it off one more time, and then settled against the couch cushions, criss-crossing her legs as she picked her phone back up and tapped to view eligible profiles.
She flipped through a few of them, wrinkling her nose at how outrages so many of their first pictures were--did everyone have to show so much skin right away? It was ridiculous! "Ah!" she screeched, shaking her head. "Aldrich has a profile! Gross!" she laughed, swiping past it quickly lest she be tempted to goad him about it.