Across from him sat Maya. According to the algorithm, their genetic compatibility was a staggering 99.8%.
"My genotype says I'm prone to anxiety," Leo said softly, switching off his tablet. "But it doesn't say that I’m currently terrified of losing the chance to find out if I actually like you, regardless of what the sequence says." genotype
Leo sat in the sterile white room of the Gene-Match Clinic, staring at the glowing data on his tablet. His genotype was a mess of recessive traits—a predisposition for near-sightedness, a 40% higher risk of lactose intolerance, and a strange quirk that made cilantro taste like soap. Across from him sat Maya