Rich Lover Poor Lover (Dating Guru #1) - Rich Lover Poor Lover
by Phyllis Korkki
Welcome to the Dating Guru™ love app.
I am your A.I. matchmaker.
You may call me Guru.
Hi Guru. I have to say, I don’t know why I’m even doing this.
I’ve had horrible experiences on all the other dating apps.
I am different. I promise the best results.
Right, Guru. I’ve heard THAT before.
My algorithm can identify a tendency toward SARCASM…
And 1,542 other personality traits.
It will find your ideal match.
Ha! Still, I’ll believe it when I see it. But I’ll give it a try, I guess.
Let us proceed.
But first, you must agree to all of the terms listed in our settings.
Why do I have to agree to a bunch of terms first?
Can’t we just get started?
My algorithm can also identify skepticism and impatience as personality traits.
Touché, Guru. Okay, I agree.
Please place your biometric fingerprint on your phone.
This indicates your agreement.
Emily places her finger on her phone, which emits a loud beeping noise.
Thank you. I now have instructions for your first date.
It’s about time. Now who is my date?
Please see the terms, Emily.
You will not know anything about your date until you arrive at the location.
But how will I know if I have anything in common with him?
Or if I’m attracted to him?
My database includes brain uploads from the world’s greatest matchmakers.
You must trust Guru.
Or pay the penalty.
What penalty?!
Our penalties are listed in the terms.
Wow. I should have read the terms.
And asked my father’s lawyer go over them.
But I guess it’s too late now.
Where do I go?
In two hours, please go to the brick house across from the History Museum.
Go directly inside, and proceed from there.
Okay. Will my date be there too?
Please see the terms, Emily.
Let me guess. You’re not allowed to tell me that.
That is correct. Guru knows best.
Two hours later, Emily enters the house across from the History Museum.
A young man is already sitting in a chair.
He must be her date. He gets up and gives Emily a quick hug.
Hello. I’m Travis.
And I’m Emily.
The two of them step back and eye each other warily.
Travis is nothing like Emily’s usual type.
He has dark unruly hair and a layer of stubble on his chin.
He’s wearing a biker jacket and faded jeans.
By contrast, Emily’s salon-blonde hair is in a neat bun.
She’s wearing a pink cashmere sweater and a black skirt.
Travis gives Emily a searching look, and she can’t tell—
Does he approve or disapprove of her appearance?
Emily swallows, and straightens her skirt.
Where are we?
They look around the room.
It looks like someone’s study from the 19th century.
Its walls are lined with old books.
There is a mahogany armoire in one corner and a large desk in the other.
Not sure…but you know what I think this might be?
What?
An escape room!
I did one once. They’re fun.
You have to work together to get out of the room.
An escape room? Aren’t those for, like, twelve-year-olds?
I was expecting something a little more sophisticated than this for a date.
I’m going to ask for my money back.
Good luck with that. The app is free.
Listen, we’re here and we promised to finish.
I think we’d better get started.
But I wonder what the time limit is.
Time limit?
Yeah, in the escape room I did, you had 90 minutes to finish.
Or else you failed the challenge.
Do you see anything that tells us what our deadline is?
Nothing.
We should know what our deadline is. I’m going to text Guru.
Travis pulls his phone out of his pocket.
Guru, what is our deadline for this challenge?
No deadline.
You must stay until you complete the challenge.
But what if we can’t finish tonight?
You must stay.
Travis shows Emily the messages on his phone.
Wait, is it saying we have to stay OVERNIGHT if we can’t finish?
I think so. This definitely isn’t like any other escape room I’ve heard of.
This is ridiculous. I can’t spend the night with a stranger!
I’m leaving.
Emily gets up to leave, but the front door is locked.
She POUNDS on the door, but nothing happens.
There is no other exit that she can see.
That does it. I’m texting my father.
Emily punches in a text.
But it doesn’t go through.
She tries her mother and her sister.
Those don’t go through either.
Travis looks over her shoulder.
Guru must have cut off all communication somehow.
That’s outrageous! I’m going to text Guru.
Emily takes out her phone.
Guru, I want to end this challenge now.
Then you must pay the $5,000 fine as specified in the terms.
What?!
Please see the terms.
It is a biometrically binding contract.
Fine! I’ll send the money over Venmo.
And Travis must also pay $5,000.
Emily turns to Travis.
It says we both need to pay $5,000 to end the challenge.
I assume you agree.
No, I do NOT agree.
I can’t afford to pay that kind of money.
Emily’s eyes sweep over Travis’s threadbare clothes.
She purses her lips.
Oh. In that case, I’ll pay both of our fines.
I can afford it. Really.
I just want to get out of here!
I’m not taking your money.
What?
I don’t want your money, and I refuse to take it.
Let’s just finish the challenge. Come on, it’ll be fun!
Then neither of us has to pay ANY money.
Emily looks at Travis in amazement.
Then she gets up.
Okay, if you say so.
Travis beams. He scans the room.
He gazes at the mahogany closet.
Then he opens it and pulls out…an old-style cash register.
Oh, wow!
I actually used something like this when I was a kid.
You did?
Yeah, my parents ran a little neighborhood market.
I used to help them out on afternoons and weekends.
But that was before—
Before what?
Travis sighs.
Before the store went out of business. I was 17.
And then what did they do?
Oh, they managed. We managed.
But it wasn’t easy. I supported them for a while.
Oh, wow.
Travis takes the cash register out of the closet and places it on the desk.
Emily and Travis both stare at it for a while.
Now what?
I’m not sure.
But let’s see if anything is in the desk.
Travis opens the drawer under the desk and pulls out three items:
A book, a box of push pins, and a corkscrew.
They all have bright yellow price stickers on them:
The price of the book is $12, the push pins are $9, and the corkscrew is $23.
I think I know what to do!
Well I’m glad you do, because I sure don’t.
Travis enters the prices on the labels into the cash register.
Then he presses TOTAL.
The number 44 appears on the register and the bottom drawer opens with a clang to reveal…
A key.
You did it!
Travis hands the book and the push pins to Emily.
He puts the corkscrew in his back pocket.
Then he grabs the key.
I saw a keyhole in the back of the closet!
This must be the key for that.
He enters the closet and after a brief pause calls out to Emily.
There’s another room through the back of the closet.
Come on! Let’s go!
Emily clutches the items that Travis has given her.
She follows him through the closet and into the next room, trying not to show how excited she is.
The next room is almost empty…
Except for a huge map of Philadelphia.
Travis and Emily gaze at the map.
And then at each other…
What does it mean?
What are we supposed to do?
Emily paces around the room for several minutes.
She stares at the book that is still in her hand. The title is “Perfect Chemistry.”
She rifles through it and finds an address label on the inside cover.
Printed on the label is a poem.
Emily reads the poem aloud several times.
Though the streets where you live
May be far apart,
To show where they are
Is to find your heart.
Wait! I have an idea.
What if I put a push pin where I live on this map?
I’m going to try it.
Travis looks on as Emily places a push pin on the map.
Then he raises an eyebrow.
Ahh. I see you’re in the ritzy part of town. That makes sense.
I don’t think they’d even let someone like me through the gates there.
What kind of job do you have that you can afford a place like that?
Emily frowns.
I’m…in between jobs at the moment.
Taking a break after Harvard.
Oh, I get it. Family money.
What’s your last name, anyway?
Um, Bernhardt.
Of Bernhardt Industries?
You don’t have to answer. Must be, if you live on Delancey Street.
No wonder you thought Daddy could get you out of here.
Emily blushes furiously.
Shut up! Just put a pin on your street.
I think that’s the solution.
Travis takes a pin and moves his hand toward a street far away from Emily’s.
Hmmmm. That’s a rough area.
Yeah, well, it’s home to me.
And it’s all I can afford at the moment anyway.
Until I can get my business off the ground.
Oh? What kind of business?
It’s OkCupid for animals.
Emily laughs.
What?!
Travis smiles.
It’s an app that matches people with the best pets for their living situation and personality.
I decided to skip college and work full time on that.
That’s a great idea!
Travis looks at Emily closely, and then cracks a huge smile.
It’s wide and warm, and sends heat to Emily’s cheeks.
Thank you!
I love animals. I have a big old mutt from the shelter myself.
I have a big old mutt too.
Maybe…they could meet sometime.
I’m not sure. We’re pretty far away from each other.
In more ways than one.
Anyway, let’s get out of here first.
I hope this works.
He pierces the map with his push pin.
At that, a green light begins flashing to the right of the map.
Ta-da! It worked!
Look — there’s a button underneath the light!
She presses the button.
The map scrolls upward on its own, all the way to the ceiling…to reveal a door.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Open it!
Travis pushes on the door.
It swings open…
Into yet another room.
Come on, Emily!
He holds out his hand.
Emily takes it and they walk into the room together.
The room is dimly lit by a single bulb in the ceiling.
And there are three paintings on the wall.
The first painting is of a fox.
The second painting is of a fish.
The third painting is of a violin.
Travis and Emily gaze at the paintings for several minutes.
They pace around the room, looking at the paintings…
And stealing glances at each other.
What do you make of it, Travis?
Well, the first picture is definitely of a fox.
Definitely.
And the second picture is of some kind of fish.
Right…I’m pretty sure it’s a trout.
Nice! Wait…what’s that in the lower right corner of the painting?
Emily looks up close at the painting.
It’s a U with a minus sign in front of it!
So we have fox.
And then a trout minus a U.
Emily scrunches up her forehead and thinks.
Together…that’s FOXTROT!
And this painting of the violin…
Intuitively, Emily lifts the painting off the wall.
There is a button on the wall.
She presses it, and the room swells with ballroom music.
I get it. We need to dance the foxtrot.
I love the foxtrot!
That makes sense. Did you learn it at the country club?
Emily blushes. Now she kind of likes that Travis is teasing her.
Very funny.
Well, I’m not sure how this next step is going to work.
I hate dancing. I have two left feet.
Come on, I’ll teach you.
She grabs him by the shoulders and begins teaching him the steps.
He falls into step with her and after a few minutes…
They begin dancing effortlessly to the music.
Can I make a confession?
I’ve always been afraid that the men I date are only interested in me for my money.
It meant a lot to me that you didn’t let me pay the fine.
And it meant a lot to ME that you were willing to stick this out.
I have to admit, when I first met you, I didn’t see how this could work.
And I thought the same.
But we kind of complement each other, don’t we?
You have a business brain. I admire that.
And you’re so intuitive. I wish I could be like you.
Emily smiles.
I guess Dating Guru knew what he was doing after all.
At this, both of their phones emit small, trumpet-like beeps.
💖
But Emily and Travis don’t even notice.
They’re too wrapped up in the music…and each other.
The music ends and there’s a heavy silence.
And then they lean in for a deep, soulful kiss.
Suddenly, a door to their left opens. They walk through it.
They see a table with candles and wine. It’s set for two.
A door with an EXIT sign is just beyond the table.
Travis takes the corkscrew out of his back pocket.
Good thing I pocketed this, huh?
He sets it on the table and looks questioningly at Emily.
A text then comes through to both of them.
You have completed the challenge.
Since the best results have been achieved, you may now leave.
But Travis and Emily both sit down.
They stare into each other’s eyes.
You know what?
What?
Now that I CAN leave?
I don’t want to anymore.
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