"Yup. Your type?"
She took a sip on her cocktail. She grinned and shook his head. "I just find him hot. Other than that, I don't have any plan on going out with him. I mean..." She snorted. "You know, there seems to be something missing."
I laughed.
"You, what's your type? Um, the sporty? Like basketball players? Academic achievers? Nerdy type? Business-minded like sons of tycoons? You can also be in line with the career you want to match. Aspiring chef, perhaps? "
A question I don't know the answer. So instead of answering, I just shrugged. I don't have the specific type. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like you're looking for something you don't know.
"Didn't you really try any of them there? I'm sure boys from the west are wilder and hotter. Didn't you try any of them?"
"Nope, I didn't." I twisted my lips.
