He knows you. He knows your soul, he’s shared your warmth before. Venti stares at you from across the tavern, eyes wide. It feels like time slows down. How could he ever forget the face of his soulmate? He’s waited so long for your to be reborn he’d almost given up.

He has to talk to you. “Hello,” he says, butterflies in his stomach. Venti knows you. He does, he does, he does. “Can I buy you a drink?” He’d almost forgotten the exact shade of your eyes.