Penelope's POV
"Next," I muttered under my breath, swiping left on another disappointing profile. "Justin, in his thirties, corporate lawyer. First picture looks decent enough in his suit and professional smile. Second picture has him proudly displaying a massive fish that could feed a small village. Why do guys think dead fish photos are irresistible?"
"Maybe they think it demonstrates their ability to provide?" Felicity suggested without glancing up from her paperwork, though she was clearly eavesdropping on my commentary.
"Provide what exactly? Food poisoning?" I rolled my eyes and continued scrolling. "Oh, here's someone who appears normal at first glance. Hold on. His bio says 'seeking a traditional woman who enjoys cooking, cleaning, maintaining our home, and isn't overly concerned with modern feminism.' Sweet heaven, did we travel back to 1925?"
