“Name?”

“Like my full name?”

“First and last.”

“Sandy Colton.”

“Sandy… Colton. Tell me about yourself Sandy Colton.”

“I’m a musical artist. I like spring. I have a little sister. I like sunflowers. I want to teach music when I’m older. I like the colour yellow.”

“Can you tell me how you would describe yourself?”

“No. That would be inaccurate. Only others could really tell me about me. I can’t.”

“Just pick a couple words.”

“Whisper. Juice. Dew drop.”

“What?”

“You said to choose a couple words!”

“That’s not what I- never mind. How about we talk about your childhood.”

“Nope. Next question.”

“That’s not how this works.”

“But I don’t want to talk about my life.”

“Ma’am, we would like to be able to match you best as possible. It would help us if you would cooperate.”

“Can we talk about love?”

“Love?”

“What’s your name?”

“My… it’s Ryan.”

“Is there someone you love, Ryan?”

“I love my friends. My family. My siblings.”

“Do you love the person you’re married to?”

“…We were matched.”

“That’s not really an answer.”

“What are you trying to say, Miss.”

“Don’t you want to spend the rest of your life with someone you love? I do. Register me. Match me. Tell me who would fit best with. Who would produce the strongest possible children for the future. It’s all about breeding. Don’t you want love?!”

“Miss Sandy Colton, I must ask you to sit back down.”

“No. No, I think we are done here.sorry for wasting your time. I just wanted to say something.”

“Wait. Miss… Miss Colton. Can you tell me something?”

“That depends if it’s for the questionnaire or not.”

“It’s not. If I may, have you been in love before?”

“I am in love, yes. It’s why I understand the pointlessness of this all.”

“How… can you tell me what it feels like?”

“It’s… like a lot of things. Falling. Flying. Dying . Finally living. Feeling completely whole. The other person, they fill you. The first person to really get you. If that makes sense.”

“How did you fall in love?”

“It’s not like there is a rule book. Not like this. I’m sure science could over explain it, or under explain it, but there really isn’t an algorithm. You just know.”

“That’s it?”

“I think so.”

“I hope you find your love, Ryan.”

“You… you too.”