[@McHaggis]

Jasmine sighs, it has been a long day at work for her and she has just been able to come home and relax. She pulls her folded legs towards her chest and rests her chin. Jaze looks out from her roof, up at the stars and the night around her. She senses the settling of the night air - lifting her face to the breeze. The date on her wrist is getting closer and closer - it's all she can think about, it consumes her thoughts daily. [i][color=00aeef]What will our soulmate be like? Is he sweet? Charming? Mysterious?[/color][/i] Jasmine smiled at the thought of finally having someone to call her own. She then suddenly wrinkled her brow, [i][color=ed1c24]No, I bet he's a harsh, careless, fool. What makes you think you're actually worthy of a good man?[/color][/i] She shakes her head and chooses to ignore that thought. "No," she mutters, "I may not be perfect, and neither will he, but we will be perfect together." 

After a while, Jaze decides it’s time to go back inside her house. She hoists herself over the edge of the roof, hanging off right above the bed of her truck. She slowly slides down to where it is safe to jump into the truck bed. Once inside her house, she brews herself a hot, steamy, cup of tea. She curls up in the corner of her room, smiling. As Jaze sips on her mug, filled to the brim with her favorite flavor, she thinks of the future – not just with her soulmate, but with the future in general. The sweet scent of cranberry hibiscus fills the room as she dreams.