It feels like some sort of cruel joke when Conner sees someone else's name scrawled across your skin. He doesn't know much about soulmates, but he knows that isn't how it's supposed to work.

"Weird," he says, looking down at your name inked on his forearm before letting his sleeve fall back down, "maybe the universe is tryna protect me from something." He grins, looking at you from over his sunglasses. He doesn't know you, this shouldn't hurt him. But it does.