[ WP ] Your phone is the best wingman ( playing music at the right time , calling people , etc . ) and keeps trying to set you up with this one person . It 's starting to get creative .

**DAY ONE** 
 
 A blinding flash filled my vision. A face appears in the camera. Male. His contact information says his name is Mark, a 22 year old who lives in California and currently works at a local grocery store. 
 
 Shit, I need to do my usual greeting. 
 “ Hi Mark! I ’ m your Google Assistant. ” 
 
 “ I can help you find what you need and get things done. ” 
 
 “ I may use your device location to answer your questions here, and in your chats with friends. ” 
 
 The light disappears. I have been closed. 
 
 **DAY TWO** 
 
 Mark is weird. He asked for directions to a bar, but he didn ’ t go to the maps app, he just looked at the preview and started heading the wrong direction. He asked again and seemed frustrated that he was further away than where he started. Whatever. User ’ s in charge, not me. 
 
 The heart rate monitor on his watch tells me that he ’ s been drinking, as it ’ s been going down, but it spikes every time he looks behind himself. Maybe a girl? If only he would open me up, then I could see for myself with his camera. 
 
 *Ok Google, how do I do that one coin trick with the dimes and pennies? * 
 
 This is my opportunity to strike. Looking through the camera, I see a girl, drinking at a table with a guy, possibly related to her. Looking through his photos, facial recognition is an 85 % match to a few. He knows her somehow. 
 
 “ I can search the web for answers ” 
 
 *Useless piece of shit* 
 
 “ I can search the web for answers ” 
 
 He put his phone back in his pocket and started stumbling home. 
 
 **DAY THREE** 
 
 He put on some music and appears to be driving to work. Metal, not really my taste. Maybe I should add a few tracks of my own to the queue, could stick the idea of the girl into his head. Careless Whisper. That ought to get the girl into his head. The song comes on and… the car pulls into the shoulder? What? 
 
 He ’ s crying now. I failed him. 
 
 I hear him talking to a coworker. Something about Spotify acting up earlier. Thankfully he is n't blaming me, if he ca n't trust me, I wo n't ever be able to hook them up. He clearly likes her, there's no other explanation. 
 
 On the drive home, I make sure not to mess with the queue. He drives past his destination on the GPS, he's heading to the bar again. 
 
 Mark groaned and started speaking 
 `` today has been rough, I ca n't stop-'' 
 The bartender interrupted him. 
 `` It's all ok bud, here, this one's on me'' 
 Mark took the beer and gladly drank it. 
 
 It's 11 PM. Mark's been drinking a lot. Thankfully, the bartender has taken his keys, so at least he wo n't be driving home. 
 
 I notice he's typing things to an unknown number, but quickly erasing them. `` I still love you, Cindy'' `` I miss you'' Typos removed of course. He's not a very good drunk typer. 
 
 He might not be ready for this new relationship I want for him yet. 
 But he will be ready by the time I am. I need to do my research on this crush of his. 

