Warning: Fluff

Mark's Prov:

Have you ever heard of soulmates? Where I live every has a special bracelet that everyone was born with that says a single sentence like, " You're the one?" Or, "I can't believe it."it had certain colors to represent eye and hair color. I always see people holding hands with their soulmates on the sidewalk. I had just gotten home from work about to open my apartment when I realized I didn't have the right keys. Frustrated, I decided to walk down the street to get a drink since I didn't have anything else to do. God it's cold..

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I spotted an Irish pub across the street. It was really late at night and raining. Being the idiot I was, I didn't bring an umbrella. I ran in hearing a bell ring behind. The pub wasn't busy just a few people here and there. Some couples too. I walked up the island sitting on one of the stools.A few minutes later one of the servers took my order,

"Just a beer."

They walked away writing on a notepad. I sat there tapping away on my phone. A loud crash starled me almost making me drop my phone.

"Why do I have to do it?!" Someone yelled behind which I'm guessing is the backroom. A scrawny guy walked with messy pale green hair and baby blue eyes. He walked past acting a bit nervous getting someone else's order. He pasted me again walking behind the island grabbing a beer. Smiling, he handed it to me.

"Here you go Cupcake, anything else?" I looked at him surprised not saying anything. Looking at me oddly he popped the beer open sliding it into my hands. Slowly I got the courage to say," You." He turned crimson lifting his wrist to show his bracelet. I showed him mine. We made our bracelets touch making a small flash of light making them into one. He slid on his wrist admiring it. He stuck his hand out.

"M'name's Sean but I prefer Jack." I smirked walking around the island giving him a hug. He hugged back. He smelled like beer. Letting go, I asked,

"Wannna get outta here?"Grabbing my hand hopping over the island, he nodded leading us out to the rain splashing in all the puddles. You could say it was just meant to be.