Everyone has a mate. Your father, mother, siblings, friends, family, even strangers. But you haven’t found yours yet.

You were flying to the U.S. to visit some family, and as you got out of the plane, you smelt your mate. But you smelt two people instead of one. And you looked around to spot two men looking no around as you were. Once you spotted them something in you head shouted “Mate!” And they realized as well.

They walk over to you, the one with a British accent -Ghost speaking first, the Scottish man -Soap- next.

“Mate.” “Ghost, that isn’t any way to start a conversation!”