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think everybody, human or not, looks for love at some point in their life,’ I said trying to be noble.
    â€˜Or their non-life,’ Neha snorted.
    I started to feel the heat rise in my face and I heard my voice grow louder. ‘Every source I read in my library search revolved around infatuated men or women, or a beautiful star-crossed lover, or the gruesome death of a mate, and eternal devotion. The one common theme that threads through all these tales is the quest for love.’ I stopped and collected myself from my little speech. I was panting a little. ‘Is it so ridiculous to assume that non-humans would have the same trouble as humans in finding love? What if there was a way to help them? All I’m doing is spotting a gaping hole in the market. Purely a business concern,’ I concluded boldly.
    â€˜I would be more concerned about how someone has been getting in here to leave newspapers for you to find,’ Megan said gruffly.
    â€˜I know I should be. But somehow it feels like the right thing, exciting even,’ I implored.
    â€˜How many people have you told about this?’ Megan persisted.
    â€˜Only you two, oh and Roxanne at the library knows I have been looking up a lot of supernatural books lately, but that’s all.’
    We all fell silent for a while. Megan flipped through the paper on her lap. Neha read some advertisements and I saw her make a face at the one about hair removal.
    â€˜If this is a hoax, it is a really good one,’ Megan finally said.
    â€˜I know, right? It is so detailed.’ I hoped my friends were warming to the idea. ‘Also, I had another thought yesterday that I wanted to run by you two.’
    I told them about my latest plan. It answered Megan’s question about how I was going to market my agency. I was going to put an advertisement in The Mythical Weekly.

Chapter 6
    When my friends left, both gave me concerned hugs, and I was sure their speculative talk about me would continue into the night. We had not resolved anything. Their disbelief in my matchmaking plan and the whole thing in general had not surprised me. I had to repeat my plans to them again, and also how and why I thought they would work. The newspapers had been my biggest asset. They were evidence, albeit scant, that I was onto something. Neha seemed semi-convinced, but Megan remained steadfastly cynical. She had suggested on this Friday night, the three of us sleep in the warehouse office, so we could see for ourselves how the newspapers were appearing. I leapt at the suggestion. I had been too scared to stay the night on my own to find out, despite my burning curiosity. I was glad she suggested it, although I knew it was only to prove me wrong.
    On Thursday, I brought a few extra blankets and pillows from home to the warehouse, not that we would get much sleep. I was thankful for my supportive friends, no matter how crazy they thought I was.
    Finally it was Friday evening. Neha and Megan arrived with pizza and a few other things, including a hammer, insect repellent spray, and a very large plank of wood which I suspected had been picked up from the Preston tip.
    â€˜All of these items can be used in self defence or offence, if the need arises,’ Megan said when I looked questioningly at them.
    â€˜The insect repellent too?’ I asked.
    â€˜Well since I can’t buy pepper spray, I thought this would work just as well. It’s toxic you know,’ she replied calmly.
    â€˜Well let’s hope we only get attacked by giant mosquitoes then,’ I replied cheekily. Neha giggled and Megan grimaced. I knew I was being facetious, but I was glad I was not doing this alone.
    We moved the oak desk to the corner of the room and spread out blankets and pillows on the floor, ate pizza and chatted well into the night. I showed them a draft of the advertisement I had been working on. They both hesitantly approved. But how was I to send it to the newspaper? That was