“What were you going to say?”
“Just that English is safe. I was going to say there’s not
much danger in offending people there, but that’s the stupidest
thing. Of course there is. Lots of books offended people.
Books were burned. Books are incredibly powerful. That was
the dumbest thought ever. I guess that maybe what I do is
safe.” I take a sip of tea and decide to stop talking. The peach
flavour bursts over my tongue and tastes better than anything
I’ve had in the last month.
It wouldn’t taste better than Steph would. She’d be
sweet. So, so sweet.
Jesus. I very nearly jump out of my seat. Errant
thoughts like that are not getting me anywhere.
“I think you must have to take lots of risks. At least
you run the risk of clients being mad at you for not hooking
them up with Mr. Right on the first try.”
I swallow hard. “Sometimes it gets a little gnarly but
most of my clients are quite patient. Although, I have had a
few who were really unsatisfied with their matches and
complained. My boss really hates that.”
Steph’s face tightens. “Are you under a lot of pressure
to find me a match?”
“No!” I lie. “We treat all of our clients the same.”
That’s also a lie. Steph might not be famous, but my boss
knows that her parents have money and so now he likes to
think of her as a higher profile client. He’s kind of gross that
way. Usually he’s okay, but sometimes he can be a huge
butthole.
“That’s a relief.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll find someone. I’ll send those