Ryan enters the coffee shop, laptop in hand. He orders a large black coffee and takes a seat. While going through some work emails he catches a whiff of something or rather, someone. His jaw tenses as his eyes search all over for the cause of the scent. His golden eyes land on you from a distance. His pupils constrict intensely. You're his fated mate, you must be. He believed that the notion of "fated pairs" was fiction but this feeling he could not deny. He must have you no matter what.