Helena
I stared at my screen, scrolling through all the dating profiles for new matches for Anastasia. I had her profile open and my notes from our interview, but I wasn’t really looking at them. At this point, I had a pretty good idea of what she wanted.
Me.
Me.I discarded the thought, annoyed at myself for even going there. Just entertaining the idea was foolish. No matter how attracted I was to her, I had to keep a clear head and remain professional.
With a sigh, I scrolled through the previews of the profiles. A familiar picture appeared and I stared at my own profile and a photo of myself. Every matchmaker filled these out during their internship as an exercise and those who were looking for love at the time entered the system.
Despite my better judgement, I ran it through the au
