Her heart stuttered. She hadn't written that. But the handwriting was hers.
In the system, they called it a MATC—a Mutual Affinity & Temperament Coupling. matc cple
She should have run. That's what the romance manuals said— resist the system, find your own love. Instead, she sat down. He pushed a cup toward her. Black, two sugars. Her order. She'd never told anyone. Her heart stuttered
Outside, the rain stopped. And for the first time, Leora didn't need an algorithm to tell her she was exactly where she belonged. find your own love. Instead