"You’re not going to fire me," Tonya deadpanned. "Just stop frowning and keep up."

Dana groaned childishly and moved through the crowd, following her manager to a corner of the café where a blonde was busy typing on a laptop.

"Ms Pieszecke?"

The blonde looked up at Tonya and Dana, her nose slightly crinkled in an attempt to keep her glasses from falling down her nose. It failed.

"Hi, it’s Alice," she replied as she extended her hand. Tonya shook it and introduced herself.

"And so you must be Dana." Alice smiled before directing them to the seats around her, which they took. "So we may as well get down to business. First I need you to give me a list of desired credentials for your new girlfriend, so I can start ruling out possible candidates. Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Wow you really don’t waste any time, do you?" Dana responded. "Isn’t that your job anyway? I have no clue. Maybe ask Tonya if you’re out of ideas already."

"Well no offence to Tonya, but you’re the one who we’re looking for here," Alice replied firmly, tapping her fingers on her laptop impatiently. "And you must have some idea of what you look for in a girl."

"Sorry, no clue." Dana shrugged her shoulders and threw Alice a fake smile. She wasn’t going down without a fight."

"Well, there isn’t much I can do here with you then," Alice replied as she got up from the table, laptop in hand. "Don’t think the ‘spoilt-brat’ routine is going to scare me away. You may be a pain in the ass but I’ve dealt with worse. I’ll be in contact with you shortly with some options. Nice meeting you Tonya."

Dana watched the blonde walk out of the coffee shop and frowned to herself. She didn’t want a matchmaker, but apparently she now had the most pretentious one in L.A. Lucky her.

The brunette sighed and looked over to Tonya, who had a smile plastered on her face.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because you just got put in place by a complete stranger," Tonya replied. "You may have just met your match."