Stan was leaning against his locker waiting for his friend while taking another look at his soulmate tattoo. A small sun that’s missing it’s moon was visible on his wrist. Even though, he wasn’t completely convinced of the whole soulmate thing yet, he felt comforted by the thought of a someone meant to be his existed. He was sure that someone would be his sun.

He smiled once his friend entered his field of vision. “ Hey there.”