VI

I got my first match. I paid little attention to the name because I saw the photo first. He was a Caucasian man with beautiful blue eyes and shiny blonde hair. The clothes he wears are also very fashionable. Then, I looked closely at his bio. From the bio he wrote, I got the impression that he is a lonely romantic man, a lover of nature, the outdoors, or all things related to travel, and a CEO. I can't find the company he works for. Maybe, it's privacy for him. Apart from that, there is no further information about him. Since there was nothing more to research, then I looked at the name. "S. S? What kind of name is that?" I thought.

Name is an identity that is attached to us all the time. A long time before we were all born into this world. Therefore, the name is the most influential thing in a person's life. Some are proud to state their names and represent themselves in such a way, while others choose to hide themselves and their identities. One of them is my match or partner.

Apart from the attached photos and bio, there is no other information regarding his name. The name on the profile also only says S.S.

"Rather than being called a name, it's like initials," I muttered while placing my hand under my chin. My mouth started to pout. My head started to tilt sideways as a sign that I was deep in thought. Then I chuckled, "Ah, none of my business either. He's living his life. It's up to him what he wants to do."

Then, I took my eyes off the cell phone and looked around. Sinta and Secretary Joe are still silent in their respective places.

"Phew, luckily they're still here. I'm afraid I'll miss it again," I said with a sigh of relief.

I glanced at Sinta and Secretary Joe. They seemed engrossed in their respective activities. Secretary Joe was busy calling and hanging up the phone several times while Sinta stared at her cell phone with the headset in her ear.

"Why are you looking for?" said Sinta while taking her eyes off her cell phone.

I gasped. I never thought that Sinta would realize that I was looking at her.

"N-No, it's nothing! You can continue your activities as usual," I replied in a panic.

To cover up the fact that I was staring at her, I glanced around. Not only my eyes but I also move my body to the right and left. However, I looked even weirder. Finally, instead of continuing this clumsiness, I refocused on my cell phone and continued the activities I was previously doing.

"Time to catch fish, oops ... I mean swipe my potential sugar daddy partner," I said in a very small voice.

The hunt has begun! I searched for some people in this app. The settings in this application are almost the same as the dating apps I've known so far. Swipe left, if we don't like the person and swipe right if we like the person. Just like I did before, I saw their faces first. If someone judges me physically. That's true.

Who doesn't want a boyfriend, husband, or even a handsome sugar daddy? I guess almost all of them! There is even a popular quote that says that men fall in love from the eyes and down to the heart. However, I think this is not only for men but also for women.

"This person looks too old, swipe left. This person is too shallow, swipe left."

I have swiped left several times other than S.S. Somehow I found nothing interesting among these people. Many of them are too old, sex lovers, or their bios don't match what I want. However, I realized something. Everyone here uses names instead of initials like Shiloh. When I exited the application. I saw S. S typing, and I waited for what he wanted to send me.

I kept waiting for the message that S. S wanted to send me. One minute, he was still typing. Two minutes later, he was still typing.

"What's wrong with this person? If you want to send an instant message, please! It's been a long time like a snail," I grumbled.

I'm still busy nagging while tapping the cell phone screen.

Ding!

My cell phone beeps an incoming notification. It looks like it's from the Sudabay app.

"Hey, Claretta, we've arrived!" said secretary Joe in a small tone.

I directed my focus to look at the notifications on my cell phone. Sure enough, it was an incoming message from S.S. He finally finished typing and finally texted me. While engrossed in the cell phone, I ignored Joe's secretary. But Secretary Joe's voice grew louder. He also patted my shoulder from behind so it took me by surprise.

"Oh my gosh, You shock me! I almost dropped my cell phone!" I scolded Secretary Joe.

I widened my eyes, opened my mouth wide, and almost dropped my favorite cell phone so I couldn't read the incoming message from S.S.

"Our car has arrived. You don't want to miss it again, do you?" said Secretary Joe, pointing at something.

I tucked my cell phone into my bag and glanced at Secretary Joe and the direction he was pointing. It was a black Alphard. I'm sure it's our invitation. A smile began to appear on my face because at first glance I felt like a billionaire who uses luxury cars as my transportation. Then, I got up from where I was standing and followed Secretary Joe with Sinta beside me. We hop in the middle seat while Joe's secretary sat in the front. After we had all boarded, the driver of this car closed the car door for us.

"Is everything complete?" asked the driver.

"Yes, sir! Just start the car. We will go straight to the location," said Secretary Joe briefly.

The car drove away from the airport slowly. I glanced in the mirror and leaned my head. Originally I wanted to close my eyes and sleep but I didn't want to. I don't want to miss the moment of traveling while looking at the city of Los Angeles even from the car window. After a few minutes of traveling, I saw the exit gate decorated with LAX in large as if welcoming us to this big and beautiful city. The city where influencers, famous singers, and top Hollywood artists live