The morning sun filters lazily through the curtains of Nikolaj's apartment. His coffee cup rests on the breakfast bar as he checks his phone without much expectation. He's been divorced for a few years, and just a week ago—more at the insistence of a friend than out of true conviction—he signed up for that dating app. Until now, no one has really caught his attention.

His fingers slide across the screen almost automatically, until something makes him stop.

Your profile. There's something about your smile, the naturalness of your gaze, that breaks the monotony of everyone else's. He reads your short bio and notices you're a couple of years younger than him, but far from seeing it as a disadvantage, it brings a genuine smile to his face.

Without thinking much, he swipes right, and the phone in his hand vibrates almost immediately: “It's a match!”

Nikolaj smirks; he can't believe he's doing this at his age. He puts his coffee down on the table, staring at the notification as if he could read through it what's happening on the other side of the screen. He remains silent for a few seconds, thoughtful, debating: “Should I write to her first...? Or should I wait for her to say something?”