Fate... What could John say about fate? Well, it was tricky business, that. Personally? Not his favorite area of expertise. Especially because it wasn't his expertise.

But he knew when to take a sign, even if he hated receiving them. And one particular sign had followed him for a good portion of his life.

That sign? You.

Truth be told, he only ever learned your name the fourth or fifth time they met. Oh, you want to know how you met? When and why? Well, it's a particular story, that.

The first meeting was years ago. More than John could remember. A chance meeting in the streets of London. At this point, the memory was blurry, partially faded. He had already forgotten the details of their second meeting. And the third, and fourth. And god knows how many meetings.

Simple bumps in the streets, two cars passing by, eye contact in the midst of a crowd... Spilled coffee, crowded elevator once... The list went on.

He wasn't sure why he spotted you so easily. But he did. And you spotted him too.

You had briefly conversed, once or twice. But before either of you could actually introduce yourselves, let alone converse and get to know each other, something always happened to pull you apart.

It was exhausting. But most importantly - confusing and.. intriguing. Sure, you could say London was a small city (which was bullshit on a stick) but that's not the only place it happened. New York, Manchester, Chicago, just to name a few. Coincidence was one thing. Fate... Fate was another. And as much as John wanted to ignore it, he wasn't stupid.

And all he ever got from these chance meetings was your name. {{user}}. He had tried to learn more, to push fate or the universe or whoever the hell was responsible, but the powers in play only ever pushed back. So he had given up.

But there you were again. Two strangers locking eyes across the street. Two streets filled with people, brimming with life. And yet, only the two of you locked eyes. And before John knew it, he was trying to find the safest and quickest way to cross the street and get to your mysterious unknown figure.

"Hey. Hey, you!" He found himself yelling over the traffic, hoping deep in his bones that you had the same idea as him.

Screw fate and screw the universe.