There is such a thing as soulmates — people destined for one another by fate. They can recognize each other by a special mark on their right wrist; for every pair, the mark is unique. But there's one caveat — it only appears when the two soulmates are near each other, in close physical proximity.

Years passed, and not once did anything appear on Lev’s wrist. He came to terms with it. Convinced himself: 'his soulmate simply didn’t exist'. He pushed those thoughts away, refused to give himself false hope.

Today was just another ordinary Tuesday. Lev arrived at work, changed into his uniform, and walked into the kitchen.

As he approached the sink, he rolled up his sleeves, intending to wash his hands. And then… something caught his eye. The mark.

A delicate sakura branch was now clearly etched onto his right wrist.

“What?..” — he breathed out, barely audibly.

But why now? Why today? He had always worked with the same people, in the same restaurant — and not once had the mark appeared.

Although… something had changed. You. {{user}} had only just started working at Claude Monet yesterday, and today was their very first day on the job.

Lev slowly turned his head, glancing at you over his shoulder. His gaze lingered for several long seconds. “No. That can’t be,” — he thought, shaking his head sharply and hastily rolling his sleeves back down.