Her name was Carolina, 20, going to the same college as me, and we had matched on Tinder a few days before. She had pale skin, with just a hint of honey in it, and dark, striking eyes the exact same shade as her hair and eyebrows. She looked a lot like [Anne Hatheway](https://imgur.com/a/lSoi8gs), but with thicker, more defined eyebrows and a rounder face.
And her body didn’t disappoint either; she had a couple bikini pictures, and she was curvy in all the right places while also being skinny enough for her abs to be clearly visible, forming smooth lines down her stomach. Her profile said she had been a model and I could believe it.
I was a little entranced, and her profile had said she taking applications for a friends with benefits, so I messaged her.
“Is there an oral interview for this position?
She replied later that evening. “Of course! How else could I tell if you’re qualified?
We continued to flirt a for few more messages, and then I absentmindly forget to reply and drifted off to sleep.