I sat outside what I presumed to be the interview room - there was a long line of people waiting as well; they all looked far younger than I was, so I was probably the only one here who earned his spot by getting a divorce.

I say that, but I'm relatively young too. Man, broken marriages get younger and younger.

I chuckled, but that was when my name was called. Guess there were other benefits to being single.

"Mr. Blaithe, you may come in now,"

I stood up and walked past the rest of the interviewees; they seemed a little annoyed but kept their mouths shut.

Ha! And my job's guaranteed too. If I could rub it in, I would.

I went into the interview room to be greeted by the cool air from the AC unit, the room was neatly organized with a few bookshelves lining the sides and modern art splattered across the walls; in the middle was the prerequisite table and three chairs, all in a black and white color to match the minimalist yet modern aesthetic. Most intriguing, however, were my presumed interviewers. It was then that I saw them again, the young man who'd come to my house and his partner, this time, she was typing away on a PC.

So she can use actual tech but decides not to, old-fashioned only on the outside, huh? Hippy.

"Ah! Mr. Blaithe, it is nice seeing you here."

"I thought you guys were surveyors. What are you doing here?"

"Actually, we should be the ones asking you questions; while our main job is that of surveyors, the interviewers have their hands tied with the number of interviewees right now, so some of us have had to step in and fill the role."

He scratched his head with a smile, but it made sense; it was the job-hunting season, and who wouldn't want to work here?

"Oh, we should also give you our names, my name is Alexandre Adams, and this is my partner Myla Marika."

He said with a less customer-service smile and a more friendly one. The girl, on the other hand, merely raised her head, nodded, and went back to industriously typing away.

Well, don't worry, your partner over here talks enough for the both of you.

I moved along and sat down; all they needed was my ID from my previous job, which, luckily, I had. And since I had been matchmade previously here, most of what I needed to bring was already in their database - convenient indeed. The interview began normally. I'd been through a dozen of these, and the questions were familiar to me, so I answered in what I remembered was the best way. The challenge came after the first wave of easy questions. My confidence was shattered when Alexandre asked, "So what's your opinion on love?"

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

Ahaha...Do I really have to go into all of that again?

I thought about whether or not to answer them honestly or to try to sell myself as a love-loving enthusiastic worker.

Well, the job is pretty much ensured anyway. I may as well be honest with them.

"The truth is, you see; I think that love is a wonderful thing,"

Alexandre gave me a bright smile.

"But, to me at least, this company can't give what I could call true love."

His smile faded, and the clacking of the keyboard that was ever present during the interview halted for a second before continuing.

I guess that's my signal to explain myself.

"Real love stems from the spontaneity of it all, not because an AI decided to dictate that two people were fit for each other." I continued. Alexandre started laughing awkwardly, and for once - I felt the gaze of the girl, Myla, leave her PC and move to me, harboring the same contempt she had directed at me when we first met.

"So, while I do not exactly approve of the company's morals, I would like to join to aid in the improvement of your matchmaking and organization of relationships."

With that, I got to release some pent-up feelings and secure a job. That's the life, alright.

"Get off your high horse."

It was uttered in a voice cold as ice that almost made me shiver.

"You're already being given a chance to work in one of the largest companies, all you have to do is answer normally - and yet you decide to enforce your opinions on it? How presumptuous could you be?"

Ouch, alright, I get it. Calm down.

The girl continued, however.

"You're someone who - out of the thousands of people who were matchmade failed. If you think that it's our fault for not taking good enough care of you, perhaps you didn't put enough time into looking at that disheveled face of yours before marching your way here."

"What do you know? If any of you did know, I wouldn't be in this goddamn mess in the first place."

Ah crap, I might've blown it with that.

The room went silent until Alexandre, who'd been silently watching this exchange, cleared his throat.

"Mr. Blaithe, please, calm down and compose yourself."

I did as asked.

"And Myla, can you give me a few minutes with Mr. Blaithe alone?"

He said that with his regained smile, and so she stood up and left, not before throwing another hate-filled glare at me, of course.

"Jeez, what's up with her?"

"I should be asking you that as well. She's right, you know this job is quite an opportunity, so it's best to behave."

He said that still smiling. Normally, it'd feel threatening, but here it felt kind and guiding.

"Right. Sorry about that."

"It's fine - after all, both you and she have quite the experience when it comes to aiAI's matchmaking."

"Wait, you don't mean she's?"

And here I thought sampling your own product was a bad thing.

"Moving on, however, you've got everything you need, and aside from that little hiccup at the end, I'd say you're suitable for a position as a surveyor."

Ahaaaaaa. Thank God that didn't blow it there.

It was funny, I knew it was practically guaranteed, but I was still relieved; I guess the feeling of accomplishment never goes away.

"I do hope you'll grow accustomed to working with Myla. She's a bit hardheaded and can be difficult to even communicate with, but I think you'll manage."

"Ahaha, I'll see what I can do."

...

...

Wait, what?

"Umm, Alexandre? I thought you and her were partners?"

"Oh yes, but you see...I'm actually going to leave this job soon."

Hey, don't leave me for dead. Hey, come back.