Flashback ( PDFDrive )

You do have time, he told her. Fifteen’s the minimum age, but there’s no
maximum. It’s not like I went the first day I was old enough or anything.
Yeah. True.
Fitz smiled. Do you realize you look like a cornered gremlin whenever
you have to talk about this?
Gee, thanks.
What? Gremlins are cute.
She tuned out the part of her brain that was suddenly wondering if
Fitz had just called her cute and tried to find something to make him
understand where she was coming from. I know matchmaking’s normal
for you, she tried. It’s just . . . not for me.
I know. And I would NEVER want you to think I’m trying to pressure
you. I just don’t want you to make it a bigger deal than it is and end up with
all kinds of stress and drama for no reason. I mean, even if you register, you
haven’t committed to anything. You could choose to never pick up any of
your lists—or you could pick them up and choose to ignore them.
I guess. But . . . won’t I show up on other people’s lists—even if I don’t get
mine?
Yeah, but it’s not like you’d be obligated to date anyone.
No, but it’d be super strange knowing there are people out there being told
we’d make a good match.
Well . . . what if you liked some of them, though? Wouldn’t that end up
being a good thing?
YES! the silly, hopeful part of her brain wanted to scream. But she
forced that part to be quiet.
All the match lists mean is we’re genetically compatible, right? she asked.
Nope. Genetics are the starting point. But you’ll see when you pick up
your match packet—well . . . IF you pick it up—the questions make you