"And I get to interview my matches before they interview me."
Leo looked at her—really looked. The ink smudge was still there, faded now, like a permanent fixture. She wasn't dazzled by him or the agency's reputation. She wasn't trying to be found. Love Scout
He set the coffee down. The ink on her knuckle had been joined by a small Band-Aid—paper cut, probably. He wanted to kiss it. "And I get to interview my matches before they interview me
She looked at him for a long moment. "You're the Dewey Decimal guy." She wasn't trying to be found
On the third week, she slid into the chair opposite him.
"And the Dewey Decimal System would weep."
Not because she was difficult—she was, but in ways he admired. The problem was that every match he sent her way, she rejected for reasons that made too much sense . The poet was afraid of silence. The surgeon had never read a book for pleasure. The musician loved her potential more than her reality.