“The building has already gone to work on you. It’s sending you those letters.” I don’t have the heart to tell them that the only men I’ve interacted with are the parrot guy and Peter, who I hear is very taken. If these letters are the building’s matchmaking, its magic is misfiring. “Thank you for the warning. I’ll be on guard.” “Don’t bother,” Mr. Hathaway says cheerfully. “If it’s found your match, it’s your time whether you know it or not.”
