[@BlackPanther]

A few minutes after ten in the morning, Nejmah Hassan's eyelids began to flicker, and then opened slowly. It was one of those cozy and delicious rainy days, those in which you wanted nothing more than to lay in bed all day, watching series or reading a good book with a cup of hot cocoa as company. Days like this always made her feel lazy, so she took advantage that she had the day off to skip her usual routine and instead take herself out for brunch. She got ready in record time, threw on a [url=https://audreeklopez.files.wordpress.com/2013/11/untitled33.png]sweater weather[/url] outfit and left her apartment.

On her way home after the satisfying brunch (where she shamelessly had a little of everything, not caring for calories or the hours she would have to spend at the gym to burn them off), Nejmah decided to stop at the nearby library to search for a couple of books that would keep her busy for the rest of the day. As soon as she set foot in the library, the name in Nejmah's wrist began to sting.

She frowned and looked around the library for anyone who might me having the same reaction as her, but there was no one. [i]'This is probably another false alarm like yesterday's...'[/i] she thought in disbelief. But as she searched for the book genres she was interested in, the stings in her wrist turned into a burning sensation, and curiosity ultimately got the best for her. So, Nejmah guided herself through the tall shelves using the burning in her wrist as a compass, until she reached an aisle where the burning was blindingly painful for a second, but suddenly stopped as her eyes fell on a man standing right in the middle of the aisle.

"You have [i]got[/i] to be kidding me..." Nejmah muttered under her breath. The guy in front of her was a breathtaking hunk wearing nothing but jeans and a cowboy hat. Droplets of water fell down from his hat, landing on his muscled chest, where they raced down his abs in a very teasing way. He had two tattoos: one of a leopard on his back, and [i]her name[/i] in his left wrist.

This wasn't a false alarm after all. Nejmah's soulmate was legit standing right in front of her, having no clue whatsoever that the girl whose name had been branded into his wrist was right there.

Lucky for Nejmah, the guy was completely absorbed in the book he was reading, so much that he failed to notice the way she stood there simply staring at him for a few long seconds, mouth hanging open in stunned admiration of his aesthetic.

As soon as Nejmah realized that she was looking like a creep gawking shamelessly at a stranger, she tried to make a hasty escape before he would notice. But, of course, destiny's plan for her was to be noticed. Nejmah was so shocked at the idea that the man she's just seen could be her soulmate that she failed to pay attention to where she was walking and stumbled with one of the library's small stools. She let out a little shriek, holding onto the nearest aisle for support but at the same time letting go of the books in her arms, which noisily clattered on the floor.