This is a matchmaking service?

Ask the doctor a concern to look on his face.

This is the garden of Eden.

Replyed his host with a smile.

The doctor looked around the room with a raised eyebrow and growing discomfort.

The elaborate advertisement for the service promising to find your perfect partner had conjured

images of a posh office with cushion chairs, pictures, profiles, and employees in business

casual attire.

Instead, he found himself in an artist studio, a stained concrete floor spread across

the vestibule to whitewashed wooden walls.

A variety of paintings, everything from portraits to landscapes are during the walls.

Some remained half finished.

His eyes lingered on a particularly colorful impressionist piece, vibrant green and blue

sprung from its depiction of a verdant garden or forest encased in ice.

Violently sharp icicles hung from blooming flowers.

The doctor could almost feel a chill in the air while looking at it.

He forced his attention back to the apparent owner of the studio he found himself in.

Dr. Charles Ellingsen.

He said, extending his hand toward the woman in front of him.

I know.

She said with a sligh grin spreading across a broad, thin-lipped mouth.

Nice to meet you in person, Chuck.

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