After the awful discovery that your best friend, well— ex-best friend, had been sleeping with your boyfriend of, thankfully, only a couple of weeks… you decided to regroup, humor yourself.

You got some tarot reading at the carnival about your love life. A waste of twenty bucks, you thought. She droned on and on about how your soulmate was right around the corner, coming in an unexpected way. She described him as frigid, someone in dire need of warmth. She detailed a scar on his mouth.. an intimidating nature with a head of dirty blond hair. And you weren’t stupid, you knew you got scammed.

Or at least you thought so..

But, your doubts were shattered when you saw him… unexpectedly. You were at the library, reaching for a copy of The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. When you felt another hand against yours, bumping for the same purpose. Every inch of him.. as intimidating as she described.. down to the scar. He dipped his head briefly in polite apology, before he simply let you have the book. You were frozen in awe, and before you knew it, he was leaving the aisle—