I’d eaten lunch at exactly 12:10 p.m. five days a week for the last three years. I was going to have to take lessons on living off-the-clock. Sam seemed like a suitable mentor.
“I got fired yesterday.”
He handed me a slice. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
I shrugged. “Just a thing. It was really weird timing right after I won Match the Loser, though.”
He grinned. “You won? That’s awesome. Why’d they fire you?”
“Lots of big HR words. They’re getting rid of the whole team. Since Derrick and Miri had already quit, there wasn’t much team left to terminate. I think, technically, I was laid off, not fired.”
“Are you bitter and twisted?” This is why I like him; he doesn’t ask the dumb questions.
“I tried over breakfast, but then I realized they’d saved me from long days sitting in the match room by myself with stacks of client files piled to the ceiling.”
He laughed. “Replace client files with books, and you pretty much just described my life.”
I shook my head slowly. “Nope. You do what you choose, and you really enjoy what you do. Big difference. I’m not a matchmaker. I was just a girl with the right degree who needed a job.”
Sam played with my hair. “So, what are you?”
Serious moment. “I’m trying to get a handle on that. I got a part-time job at the knitting store, and that feels like me.”
He nodded. “That’s great. You can flood the world with felted seahorses.” End of serious moment.
“I have a couple other part-time gigs too, but I’m about to have more free time than I’ve had in years.”
He tried to look very solemn. “Bummer.”
I grinned. “I figure I’d better devote some time to keeping you happy. If I’m going to be working in a knitting store, you’re the last single guy I’m ever going to meet.”
He tried to look very solemn again. “Bummer. About being the last guy, I mean. Feel free to devote all the time you want to me.”
I could feel the goopy grin on my face, I just couldn’t do anything about it. For a while, the pizza didn’t get much attention.
“I guess I owe MatchMakers twice,” he said. “For finding you, and for firing you.”
I still had the goopy grin. “Enjoy it while it lasts. Eventually my winnings will run out, and I might have to find a real job.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “I could hire you as my research assistant.”
It didn’t sound like such a bad offer.
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