“Hey your sister is cute, is she taken? Not for me, but I think I know this guy who would be just perfect for her…”

“Um.. actually she is. Geez, I hope this guy you wanna match her up with ain’t too better than me..”

“What?”

“..She’s my girlfriend.”

The matchmaker-to-be recoiled in horror.

“What!?!?!? Oh sh*t, look I’m really sorry.. it’s just that..I overheard you two talking about being twins and all, I thought she was your twin sister…”

“Oh. Well. Humph. Hah.”

“…What are you giggling about?

“Sorry.. I must say that was a first.. Sh*t, that’s actually f*ckin’ hilarious.”

“What..? Why?”

“Oh.. there they are..”

“Bro. I just bumped into Jasmine.”

“Bro, thanks for giving her a hand with the coffees. Hey welcome back sweetie.”

The wannabe-matchmaker widened his eyes as he saw three people approach them – a guy with a cardboard tray of coffees who looked identical to the guy the hopeless-matchmaker had spoken to and two girls who looked identical to each other.

The epically-failed-matchmaker stammered;

“W..what? Hang on.. Oh my god..”

“So ya see, Jas and I were talking about being twins.. just not to each other.”

“I.. I get it now. Look, I’m really sorry..!”

The very embarrassed matchmaker quickly walked away.

“Aidan, bro, what was all that about?”

“Brian, bro, that guy thought we were twins.”

“Huh? We are.”

Aidan chuckled and pecked Jasmine on her cheek as he handed her a coffee cup.

“No, I meant, US. I know we are, Brian.”