Searching For A Soulmate

Jayne Calloway opens her home office door and grins at Michael DelRay like she already knows what he's about. Once they're inside she drops her ass onto the desk and lets him spill it: he's hunting a real romance with a trans woman, just doesn't know how to land one. She smirks, says that's exactly why she opened shop, then grabs her laptop to knock out a profile. She fires off the basics—name, age, job—and her fingers fly. Soon the questions get deeper, and every time Michael mentions a band she loves or a movie she quotes, Jayne's eyebrows lift. The room gets hot with the click of shared tastes. Finally she snaps the laptop shut, eyes locked on him like a dare. Michael blinks, asks if they're done already. Jayne's grin turns downright filthy. "Haven't even hit a third of the questions," she says, "but I've already found your perfect match." He asks who. She leans in, tits barely there under ink and confidence, and purrs, "Me."