[For Matt]

[elasticity]

Sally wasn't sure exactly why she'd turned up at the aforementioned meeting place. Sure, she wanted to meet men as much as ever, but she had never stooped to the point of allowing a shirtless man with wings to tell her that he had a match for her. On the other hand, he was a rather handsome bloke, so at least there was that.

She had put on a decent frock with boots and jacket and was waiting in the kitchen with a book in hand, figuring that whoever she was meeting was going to know her by that. And if she happened to be extremely wary about who came in the door, she could always...oh, well, deck the person making dinner with the book.

In the game of love, sometimes people just got hurt.

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"Me?" Matt shrugged. "Back at home, I worked with computers, accidentally got dragged into some apocalypse end of the world crap." He hooked his thumbs in his pockets, talking about the whole thing incredibly nonchalantly. "Came here right after helping avert this ridiculous destroy-the-American-government thing." He smiled, a bit awkwardly. "Really I just clicked a lot of buttons. Typed fast, knew how to break the right codes and stuff. That's all." He shrugged again. "How about you?" Matt offered Sally a big grin, knowing just how ridiculous his whole pre-island experience was.

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"Well, I owned my own beauty shop for women," Sally said proudly, because it had cost her a lot of sweat and tears. It had also let her lose stress-weight, so it all came out fairly evenly. "But nothing so interesting as averting a destruction of the American government. You're a bit like James Bond, aren't you?"

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Matt laughed then, because the idea of him as James Bond was basically the most hilarious thing he'd ever heard. He quickly realized that laughing in someone's face was pretty rude, though, so he stopped abruptly. "Sorry," he said, catching his breath, "it's just that I'm as un-James-Bond as, uh. Anything. It was all, you know, wrong place at the right time. Or right place at the wrong time? I don't know, I just got sucked into this whole plot and had to run after an angry cop and try not to die." Really, a beauty shop sounded like much better of an idea than averting a governmental meltdown.

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"Well, you seem to be standing here sane, so I'm assuming that it worked out fairly well?" she offered as they walked along. "And if you are just suppressing all the madness, you're doing a good job of it."

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"Oh, I'm very good at, you know, hiding being a jittery crazy man." Oh, wait, not a good way to make a first impression, even if it was on a blind date set by a crazy guy with wings. "Just kidding," he added. "Really."

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Sally gave him a slight smile, not entirely displeased with the date thus far. Which was good, because she didn't have Patrick to save her in the event that it did go down the drain. "Any important things I should know about? Allergies, likes, dislikes...former marriages?"