"She liked his name, a name she'd never heard before, there were things to be discovered in the world, it turned out. Specifically, in this corner of the world which felt so heavy with recognition: tedious, or else dreadful. He told her it meant sun in the language he'd grown up speaking, and then she liked it more, and aside from just liking it, she felt a synergy between his name and the open, uncomplicated feeling she had when she looked at his photos,"
"She'd been on the app for six months and he was the first person who'd liked her that she'd been uncomplicatedly attracted to. Which wasn't to say that she was without any complicated feelings about his profile as a whole, but rather that there was one photo of him, smiling, about which she thought, you are hot in a way that I can imagine being actually attracted to, in person, a perception that then made her think, well what is all the other stuff then?"
She liked his name and learned it meant 'sun' in his childhood language, which increased her fondness and matched the open feeling his photos evoked. One smiling photo made her feel uncomplicatedly attracted after six months on the app, despite other complicated impressions. They met on a bench outside a London gallery, drank in pubs, and spoke about the sea; he said he had been a fisherman in a past life. She stumbled answering what she had been, said zookeeper, and he suggested living with animals or being a farmer. Touring paintings with him felt as easy as looking at his photo, and they later sat outside in evening sun.
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