Amena watched the street lights pass as the taxi driver complied. She sighed softly, thinking about her soulmate.[i] Alexey[/i]. She definitely had no clue what this man even looked like, but the name was definitely more on the Russian persuasion. It was strange how just one name could make her insides flip in anxiety. How one date, this day, could make her so figity. Yet, she had everything to lose with this one name and one date. Her soulmate could make or break her love life.

That was the one thing she did not like about this soulmate situation. He controlled one aspect of her life without even being in her life yet. She shook her head and leaned back into the seat. The taxi came to a slow stop in front of a strange building. Tingles ran through her arm from her wrist and she knew [i]he[/i] was close. She gave the taxi driver his pay and reached to open the door.

She didn't realize how close her soulmate was until someone opened the taxi door before her hand could touch it and she looked up. Her wrist went from a slight tingle feeling to a complete burning sensation and her stomache dropped when she saw his face. She stepped out and stood up in front of him, her blue eyes wide with nerves and curiosity, she smirked slightly as he spoke. 

"You've got a cute accent. Keep it up" she replied. Her wrist still burned as she spoke so it only confirmed her assumption. "Though, your accent doesn't match your name, Alexey." He was quite handsome, but his clothes were quite casual formal for a bar scene. She looked back into his eyes and smiled softly.