I dreamed of a faceless man for the rest of the week, waking up nervous on that Saturday, my heart thumping quicker and hands clammy with anticipation. Today was the day. I wondered what the pull to him would feel like now that I was aware of the prophecy.

My morning started with breakfast at the cafe down the block from our apartment building. Faye could tell that I was on edge as I moved through the day, especially attuned to the feelings I had with every person I interacted with. So far the new guy moving in down the hall, the barista who rang up our order, and the man who introduced himself during breakfast didn't spark anything out of the ordinary.

"What's up with you today? You're just like that night we had too many energy drinks so we could finish our Harry Potter marathon." She laughed, the straw to her iced coffee poking out the side of her mouth.

I shrugged, a part of me always wondering if I should tell her about the prophecy whenever she inquired about my dating life, but deciding it was too complicated and nuisanced to explain. "I'm just a little nervous for our date tonight." I gave her a partial truth. I was nervous and had been imagining more than any other option that my date would be the one.

"Don't worry, if it's a disaster you'll have me there. Lee met him at the basketball court. Apparently he's really tall and crazy smart." She smiled, referencing the type of guy I told her I was interested in when we first met. I honestly didn't know my type, unsure of if my soulmates would have any consistent similarities or if they'd be starkly different from one another.

We finished breakfast and did a little shopping before heading back to the apartment. While we were in the elevator of our building, our hands full of bags, my phone started to vibrate. I fumbled around, shifting most of my items into one hand as I pulled it from my pocket, my forever favorite person's smiling face on my screen.

I answered, nestling the phone between my shoulder and ear as we headed down the hallway to our apartment, Faye handling the keys while I talked.

"Hobe!" I couldn't hold back the wide grin that spread on my lips. It had been so long since I heard his voice, the text updates we were sending back and forth starting to grow old.

"Sel," he paused like he forgot why he called, "I didn't realize how much I missed hearing you."

I excused myself to my room, setting my bags down on the floor and flopping onto the beanbag in the corner of the room. "I miss you too, punk. Where are you now?" I wondered.

"Osaka for a couple of days. How's your day going?" He asked, revealing his intention for calling. He was checking in to see if I'd met my next soulmate.

I chuckled, leaning back to stretch my neck. "It's been fine, just a regular old boring day so far, but I am going on a blind double date later so there's still time." I silently hoped that I would somehow be proven wrong, that a tiny bit of magic would make it so that I didn't find another soulmate connection tonight. I imagined that if I didn't I'd find myself on a plane to Osaka the next day.

He went quiet, the sigh he gave in response and silence that followed making me ask. "Are you upset with me?"

"Of course not. I'm upset about the entire thing. It's why we should have never–," he cut himself off. "I shouldn't have called, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I knew it would feel this way. It's why I kept it a secret from you for so long, and now every time a date comes I'm going to wonder." He rambled.

The pain in his voice brought me to tears, our fears coming to fruition. "I'm sorry Hobi. I don't know what to do." It all felt impossible. I didn't understand how I was supposed to connect with someone else tonight when every part of me was with him.

"Have a good date tonight, Sel. I'll talk to you soon." He hung up the phone before I could reply. I had an intense desire to cancel the date and stay inside in an attempt to create the least possible chance that I'd meet the next.

Faye was already getting ready, shaving her legs while I sat on the sink, plucking a few stray hairs from my brows.

"I'm thinking of wearing that printed top I got today with those flared blue pants I picked up from Francesca's last week. Remember?" She laughed as she put down her razor to wave a hand in front of my face. "Sel, you with me?"

I shook my head, snapping out of the trance I was in, caught in imagining the conversation I would have had with my mom if she were around for this next date.

"Yeah, that'll be cute. I have no idea what I'm going to wear." I sighed, watching as she wiped the leftover shaving cream from her calf.

"Well that's what you have me for darling." She responded with a drama to her voice, grabbing my hand and leading us into my messy closet, reminding me that she would organize it so that I could put together outfits easier.

She dug through, pulling out a few options and holding them up to me before settling on an all black look, a leather mini skirt, long-sleeved bodysuit and boots that stopped close to the middle of my thighs. We did our makeup and hair alongside each other, only running slightly behind schedule as we grabbed our jackets and left the apartment.

There was a chilly wind in the air, the tall bun in my hair holding on by the grace of the load of hairspray I used to keep it in place, Faye's bouncing curls wild in the night. Lee leaned against his car outside of our building, chatting with a man who stood across from him.

My stomach dropped as we approached and he turned around, sporting a sweet smile as he introduced himself, holding out a hand. I held onto it for a moment too long, feeling nothing.

"And you must be Seline." He noted, letting out a light chuckle at my seeming frozeness.

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you Jackson." I smiled, letting go of his hand and stepping into the back of the car as he held the door open for me.

The restaurant was incredible and I appreciated the art that hung on the walls, curated locally so that the restaurant also functioned as a gallery. I indulged in a sloppy burger since I wasn't too focused on impressing Jackson. If it weren't for the prophecy it would have been perfect. He meshed right into conversation with Faye, Lee, and I, and apparently we both had an intense love for cheese and bacon fries. Still, I couldn't stop myself from giving my attention to the way I felt when I caught the eye of the busser or the lone guy who sat at the table across from us. Still nothing.

Faye got a call as we were leaving the restaurant and though I would have been satisfied with going home to binge The Vampire Diaries, I had grown used to adjusting to last minute changes in plans.

"At Larry's...who's playing tonight?" I listened to her side of the conversation, giving her a thumbs up as she raised her eyebrows to me, a silent question of my desire to stay out a little longer. "Yeah, we'll be there in fifteen."

The four of us walked the few blocks to Larry's bar, one of the only places in the city that hadn't been renovated, still carrying the homey, worn feel that came with its opening in the eighties. Faye spotted the friend she'd been looking for and they waved us over to the standing table where there were a few empty spaces.

She got the attention of a server so we could order drinks while Jackson helped me with my jacket. "Look at him, I haven't seen him perform in so long!" Faye squealed, waving aggressively toward the stage.

I turned my attention to the most lively part of the building, people surrounding the small, bright section of the room. Two men sat on stools in front of the crowd, one crooning into the microphone.

He sang a cover of "Adorn" by Miguel that had the entire room entranced. My attention was quickly caught by the man plucking at the guitar next to him, his head low and focused on playing. Even so, there it was.

It suddenly felt like it was just the two of us in the room, in existence, and I noticed the way his lip caught under his teeth in concentration as they moved into the bridge of the song. I watched as he glanced into the crowd, his eyes falling instantly to mine as he played. His head tilted to the side, seeming curious, his eyes narrowing for a second before the song faded out.

"Thank you, I'm Jonah and that was Adorn." The singer spoke into the microphone, receiving some shouts and applause from the crowd. He and my new soulmate shook hands, leaning in to pat each other's back before Jonah left the stage. The guitarist adjusted the microphone and plucked a few notes on his guitar before introducing himself, sending a shy smile to the crowd.

"I'm Agust and I call this one Fly."