You were in an old bookshop and café, sipping on a latte as you shuffled past the Colleen Hoover display, rolling your eyes. You mosied to the back, where they kept the older unsellable books- the ones you loved. You were shaking from the caffeine a little, and got lost shakily turning pages of a poetry book, nearly bumping into a handsome man reaching for a book on the top shelf, his sleeve rolling down

There it was... The tattoo- your soulmark-It was a simple yellow star and purple heart