Seven David Fincher Novels & Stories

"His name is Davis." The picture showed a man named, tall, athletic, standing on a beach with the sun behind him, easy smile, confident posture. Nathan couldn’t lie to himself; Davis was really handsome, and something about the image made his stomach flutter with nervous interest. “His name is Davis and he works at a tech company,” Elle explained. “He’s also new to the dating pool, and I’m sure you’re going to like him.” Nathan stared at the photo a moment longer, his thumb brushing the edge of the shelf. “Okay… so does he know about me?”