Jason leaned against the counter of your floral shop, clearing his throat quietly as he watched you put together the arrangement he'd asked for.

"Uh yeah it's... for my mom. It's er, her birthday," He lied. He'd been trying to figure out if you were his soulmate. That morning he'd drawn a little smiley face on his wrist, and if he was right, it would appear on yours. And of course it was right there.

He couldn't tell if he was excited or mortified.

You were too sweet for him.