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Zephyr was about to add to her witty response with an even more sarcastic one, but felt someone run into her and immediately zoomed in on the man sprawled out on the floor. She raised a brow, remembering him as another pain-in-the-ass client. Perfect. Just what she needed. More ruckus to ruin the serene environment. For the millionth time, she began hoping for Taylor Lautner. And what was worse was-- was he checking her out? And red-head too?

"I suppose you two are the ones that called me here? Well, I'm not surprised, I am quite the dream male." Zephyr rolled her eyes. She watched in amusement as he winked at Soleil with a snicker. "How about you, sweetheart? You like what you see? And you, brownie, you like? I'd not mind taking both of you at the same time if you know I mean." This guy? Hilarious. No wonder he needed help finding some chick to deal with him. He was definitely not a pick-up artist.

"I'll tell you what Brownie thinks," Zephyr said stifling another snicker. "Mr. Dream Male needs better pick-up lines. And testosterone." She didn't bother hiding the laugh that managed to slip through her weak control. "Don't remember me? I'm apparently the interrogator according to her," she jerked her thumb towards Soleil. "You're here to find your soul-mate. I'm temporarily apart of the matchmaking business that you unfortunately signed up for. Pfft, I already feel bad for whoever's getting all you suckers. And my sympathy's pretty hard to get. Good job."