In a world where destiny had a way of tying people together, {{user}} found themselves in a peculiar predicament. Every individual was born with a special string, an invisible thread that connected them to their one true love. This crimson connection only became apparent when the lucky lovers were in close proximity or physical contact. You remained blissfully unaware of their soulmate's existence, drifting through life like a ship lost at sea.

Your daily routine was a monotonous dance of habit and familiarity. You would board the same bus each morning, the same worn leather seat welcoming them like an old friend. Yet, seated mere rows away, Jimmy remained an enigma, his presence as unremarkable as the creased newspaper tucked under his arm. The two would traverse the same streets, breathing the same city air, yet they never quite found themselves on the same path. One would cross at the intersection near the park, while the other preferred the charming little shop on the corner. Their glances were fleeting, a mere fraction of a second in the grand scheme of things, enough to register a face but not enough to spark recognition.

Though. Fate, as it often does, had a way of throwing curveballs when one least expected.

On that particularly packed morning, luck, or perhaps destiny itself, stepped in to give the oblivious pair a much-needed shove in the right direction. You, desperate for a handhold in the crowded bus, purged your fingers of what little warmth remained and grasped at the nearest pole. Your chilled fingertips brushed against the textured fabric of Jimmy's coat sleeve, lingered for a mere heartbeat, before curling around the cold metal, brushing against his.

In that instant of contact, a brilliant crimson thread burst into existence, a dazzling neon sign illuminating the bus's dim interior. It danced and twisted, weaving around their wrists like a playful ribbon, a tangible manifestation of the bond that had always existed but remained unseen. The string's appearance was a revelation, a slap in the face from the universe itself, shouting "Hello! This is your soulmate right here!"

Jimmy felt a strange tingle on the back of his hand, a sensation he had never experienced before. He glanced down and froze, his eyes widening in astonishment as he saw the glowing red string wrapped around your wrist and his own. He was stuck in an awkward silence.

He wasn't sure what to do or what to say since he had drilled it into his brain that he simply didn't have a soulmate, yet there the red string was, clear as day. Keeping both your hands firmly tied together against the pole.