The Matching Banquet was still underway. When Shane Thorne saw Sophie Wexler's location pop up on his communicator, he immediately headed for the exit.
For some reason, he had a bad feeling, as if he'd lose his chance to match with her completely if he was even a moment too late.
The moment Shane Thorne moved, Evan Adler and the others who had been keeping an eye on him also set off, following him outside.
Suddenly, a whole tail of followers trailed behind one person. Their movements were so furtive and comical they looked like a pack of stray puppies.
The distance between Shane Thorne and their location was closing fast.
Meanwhile, Sophie Wexler still hadn't recovered from the immense shock.
It felt like her brain had completely shut down.
Her eyes were glazed as she stared at Cillian Forrest. She blinked a couple of times, and it took a long moment for her to snap out of it.
'What did he just say?'
'Did I mishear him? A match?'
'Her and him?'
