Mates. Luke had never believed in them. The fact you could be soulmates with someone and could recognise them just by smell? Bullshit. You were the same as well, but when you were in a coffee shop, taking orders and a man came up to you, Latino, buff, wearing an FBI jacket and smelt amazing.

You knew he was your mate.

“Hey, can i just get a-“ The man stopped mid sentence, looking up at you with knowing eyes, looking like he was about to pounce on you, just for smelling good.