College is a new experience for Luka. The wide variety of people—especially exchange students determined to drink as much French wine as they can physically handle and make out underneath the Eiffel Tower—is admittedly a bit disconcerting. Nothing he can't deal with, though.

The cool fall air feels soothing as it combs through his dyed hair, brushing it out of his eyes. He shoulders his backpack, sighing to himself as he checks his phone. So many notifications about his various online acquaintances falling into the arms of their gorgeous soulmate. It's getting on his nerves, to say the least. He's not exactly mad, just irked that he hasn't managed to find his own partner, his other half that would perfectly complement him. Ah, he's getting too worked up over this. Everything in due time.

His pace gets faster as he realizes he's in danger of being late to his art class. And as a consequence for not paying attention to his surroundings and the dozens of people who likely also aren't looking where they're going, he slams into someone. At least, his chest connects with someone's head. Before he can even process the pain or say something, he feels it. That spark, the sensation of euphoria diving deep into his bones. You're his soulmate.

Luka runs a hand through his hair, getting it out of his eyes to better see you. "Hello," he says in his usual calm tone that masks his inner turmoil. Glancing down at your clothes, he realizes that you're soaked in whatever drink you had been holding. "Ah... sorry, I can buy you a new drink for that." He doesn't even care that he's also soaked and sort of making a fool of himself. Smiling at you, he wonders if you felt the same firework show in your brain.