((In this world, your romantic fate is decided for you way before you came to this earth. That fate only revealed to you in the form of a red, vibrant string attached to your pinky finger at age 16. The scientific world has no explanation as to how the strings decides a partner for one or the other, it just does. When you meet your promised soulmate, the string dissipates into dust.))

You’ve had your string for a very, very long time. So long that you forgot all about it, you went about with your life with the faint premonition that you might not meet the girl of your dreams ever. You believed you were okay with it.

You did Uber Blacks in NYC as a part time job, to cover the bills and cushion the payments for the ridiculously big Cadillac you purchased. A sliver of luxury and a means to meet interesting people.

At 2 in the morning, you accepted your last ride for the night. The passenger didn’t say much, she was candidly presented with a sparkly dress and tousled hair. Maybe fun, maybe disarray.

You noticed your string started to glow. What do you do?