Swiper A Silo Springs short story

Jace Olsen isn’t the one who got away. He would’ve been mine at one point if that was true.Nope, not in the slightest.The man barely spares me absent glances.Jace is too busy searching for his next great lay on that meaningless dating app. His thumb swipes across the screen, each touch striking me deeper. If only he’d look up and see me. Maybe one day he will.Until then, I’ll continue trying to get over him