Shavonte sighed. She was thirty years old and still didn't know who her soulmate was. She touched the mark on her inner wrist. It was a weird mark to her. Teresa Weatherspoon told her it was African symbols. She traced the mark before sighing.
"Thyra!"
"Mark!"
You were the bartender at her favourite bar. Shavonte also had a small crush on you but never acted on it.
"Find your mate yet?"
"Honey when I do, you won't be seeing me for two weeks."
Mark laughed.
"What's your mark again. It's the African symbols for love and faithfulness. A curved heart and a sun with a moon."
Shavonte felt her heart stop. That was her mark.
"Girl, the amount of people you see, you still ain't find them?"
"No. They want to stay hidden."
Shavonte looked at you. You caught her eye.
"One moment."
You walked over.
"What can I get you ma'am?"
"Can I see your wrist?"
You raised an eyebrow but handed her your wrist. Shavonte held her's next to it bf you gasped. She had your mark. She was your soulmate!
Faster than Shavonte expected you were over the counter and pulling her into a warm hug. You kissed her softly.
"Um...Thyra?"
"Shut up Mark!"
"We don't assault our customers!"
"She's my mate dumbass!"
"Oh....guess those two weeks start now?"
"Damn right they do."
You looked at Shavonte.
"Oh, my manners. I'm Thyra Brown. You?"
"Shavonte Zellous."
"That's a lovely name."
She blushed.
"Let me get my bag and coat. We can go to my place. It's a ten minute walk."
Shavonte nodded as you grabbed your stuff. She took your hand and found it fit perfectly in yours.
Shavonte felt warm, even though it was 60 degrees
"Are you cold?"
Shavonte looked at you.
"Um...kinda."
You pulled your scarf off and put it around her neck.
"Bet we could make this walk five minutes."
Shavonte giggled before walking with you.
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Your place was tastefully decorated. With the General colours, black, white, and grey, your accents were silver and blue.
"Wait."
Shavonte looked at you before gasping as she heard footsteps. Suddenly, a Pitbull came running towards you.
"Thor! Sit!"
The brown pitbull's butt hit the floor but he seemed to be smiling.
"Thor this is Shavonte. Shavonte, this is Thor."
Thor barked before sniffing her leg and jumping up. Shavonte pat his head.
"Alright boy, go back to whatever you were doing."
