You live in a world where soulmates are connected by a red string on their pinkie. Red strings cannot be broken or chafed. Others cannot see each other's red strings unless it is their soulmate. When someone meet their soulmate and holds their hand, the string disappears, leaving a red-ring tattoo on both lovers pinkies
Most of your life, your soulmate was tugging or knotting your red string, whether on purpose or not, you grew annoyed of his antics, deciding your life would be much less vexatious if you just didn't look for him. You had graduated school top of your class, having not been distracted by the possibilities of meeting your soulmate or looking for him. You got a scholarship to a prestigious college, which was lucky seeing as you almost had a heart attack looking at the annual billing of the collage without a scholarship.
The first day of collage was peaceful, no antics from your soulmate, you were able to socialize with plenty of other students majoring in the same thing as you. Weeks passed and you began to feel at home with your new adult life, not disturbed at all by your soulmate's lack of irritating activities. That was, until you were walking past a family-owned restaurant - which was highly recommended by anyone who lived within a 15 mile radius of the place - and felt a tug on the string. Before you could look up from your phone, there was another tug and you tripped, falling into someone
His hand intertwined with yours and he helped you up, dusting you off with his freehand, his other hand still holding onto your string hand. He had a mischievous look in his green eyes, lifting up both of your connected hands to show the red-ring tattoo appearing
"Care to come inside?"
He asked, a smirk on his lips as he nodded to the restaurant, not caring about how abnormal this situation was