Prologue

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MATCHMAKER - PROLOGUE


"So, did you work it out between Sarah and Nick yet?"

"I'm working on it." She replied.

"How is Brendan coming along?" Another voice asked.

"I'm working on it." She replied.

"What about Irene? Did she reply yet?"

"I'm working on it." She replied.

Someone else opened their mouth to speak, to ask another pesky question.

"I'm working on it." She replied in a monotone.


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Here's the thing: she enjoyed doing it. She enjoyed doing her research, finding people's Instagram accounts, making people exchange details, setting them up on "accidental" dates or meetings and forcing them to talk to one another.

She always kept herself out of it. She was never an actual part. She never really talked to the Matchee much, only to the Matcher to provide them with details.

On some occasions, her timing and coordination were so smooth people didn't even realise they were being set up.


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Everyday people came to her. Every week she had a new request. Faint whispers in her ear told her who the person was. Scribbles on square pieces of paper described the target.

She was always busy sorting out people's love lives. Most of the relationships she started fell apart, primarily due to incompatibility. But then again, she'd never been in it to create love. She just did what people told her.


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Yet when it came to her own life, she was completely unable to make any decisions. She was unable, even, to approach the boy. She would be too awkward, she would say something stupid, he'd think she was just setting him up with someone else.

Because as handy as she was, no one ever spared a look at her. She was just... There. With her normal eyes and flamboyant hair, coarse words but delicate manners.

She was just a presence, an irrefutable presence, and a handy one too, but a presence nonetheless. 



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