“Bad weather today,” the quote on Gray’s arm read. It’s supposed to be the first words that his soulmate ever says to him. He’s had plenty of people say that to him in his life and nothing ever happens.

It’s all a load of bull, this soulmate thing, Gray thinks as he stands under his umbrella waiting for the light to turn green at the crossing. There’s someone standing next to him.

“Bad weather today,” the person on his right murmurs. Then all he feels is pain as the quote on his arm glows.