“You’re
gonna have to run this by me again,” he said, shaking his head at the screen of
his laptop. “Cause I’m pretty sure I called you for an apartment, not a
matchmaking service.”
“We are not a matchmaking service,” the woman in
the red blouse said firmly, almost as if he wasn’t the first to make that remark.
She rather reminded him of one of the managers at work. “We select tenants for
very specific homeowners.”
“Okay,” he frowned. “So now you sound like an
escort service.”
“No,”
she insisted. “No, I told you. You would be renting a room in a house. That’s
what this interview is for, nothing more.”
Sure, just
like the advertisement had said. And yet— “So why do you need to know about my personality
and hobbies?”
The lady
was beginning to look rather frazzled. “Because it is very important to my client
– the homeowner – that his tenants are a good fit,” she answered. “He lives in
the house too after all, and he prefers to keep turnover as low as possible.”
“Turnover?” he baulked.
“Oh you
know what I mean,” she said hastily. “People leaving. It upsets him.”
He was trying
not to stare, he really was, but he didn’t manage very well. “Right,” he said,
as airily as he could. “You’ve moved from escort service to potential serial
killer.”
“Really,
sir!” she protested, but by now he was honestly ready to laugh.
“I’m sorry,
but what else do you call a landlord that has his tenants screened so they will
not leave.”
The woman’s
shoulders sagged. “That is not at all what I’m doing! And my client is renting
out rooms in his own house, he isn’t doing this to make money, just to break
even.”
Yeah he had
heard that before. But it was a nice
house. “So he’s looking for housemates, then, not tenants.”
She
brightened up considerably. “Yes!”
He pressed
his fingertips together. “And your ‘client’ has a creepy service to find him
these roommates that may not leave because…?”
“Oh
alright. Fine. Because he’s a dragon.”
Whatever
this woman’s problem was she had a weird way of deflecting reasonable
questions. “Because he’s a dragon,” he echoed.
“Yes,” she
sighed. “I usually don’t lead with that, for obvious reasons, but that is
essentially why, yes. It’s all very proper and traditional, of course, speaking
from a culturally dragonish point of view. But it makes most humans uncomfortable
until they fully understand the situation. I assure you all our clients have excellent
character references. And we pledge to find a viable alternative for any tenant
who wishes to move out within the six-month trial period if our dragon-human
mediation does not work out.”
“Wait, you’re
serious?” He was pretty sure his brain
stopped working at the words ‘culturally dragonish’ but whatever else she had
just rattled off, it was definitely not a joke.
The woman
blinked. “Why yes, we take our responsibility as intermediators very seriously.”
“No, no,
hold up. You’re actually working for
a dragon?” Certain parts of their earlier conversation were slowly starting to
slot into place. Stuff about a cosy household, landlord-to-tenant
responsibility and a mutually supportive living environment. All very proper and traditional… He met
her eyes with his mouth unapologetically agape. “You’re working for a dragon that
hoards housemates??”
She cleared
her throat uncomfortably. “We prefer not to call it that.”
“But that’s
what it is, really.”
The woman’s
mouth pulled slightly. “…yes.”
He took a
moment to let it sink in. A long, glorious moment. And then he sat back upright
in his chair, leaning towards his laptop with entirely renewed interest.
“Alright,
so first off, just for the record: you totally are running a matchmaking service. Second—” He added quickly before
she could start up another protest. “I will answer whatever questions you need
to ask to match me to this dragon household-hoard.”
“Wh- You
will?” she said in surprise.
“Whatever
you need,” he vowed. “And uh, word of advice, next time, definitely lead with the dragon thing.”