Soulmates weren’t something Derek really believed in too much, because it was a ridiculous notion even with the ticking clock on his wrist and all the others. How could something decide what two people were destined when most times they never encountered before? How did whatever this higher power was decide chemistry would work well and two could mesh years into minutes? It was stupid and Derek didn’t want any part of it but that didn’t seem to matter much to the universe. When did Derek’s thoughts matter, really? Try never.
Gazing up at the girl — no, his soulmate — Derek didn’t know what to say. He never met her before (big surprise) but at least she looked just as shocked as he did. That made him feel the least bit better but not by much. Sighing deeply, he pushed himself back to his feet, keeping an eye on her in case she ran or something. He was apparently an intimidating person or something like that — he tended to zone out when Scott talked.
“Look at that, zeros all across the board,” Derek muttered, running a hand over his face. “What’s your name?” May as well know the name of his soulmate before he confessed all of this was stupid and he didn’t believe in it.
“Summer,” she managed, still caught by his eyes. She lifted her wrist, showing him the zeros.
This? Years of knowing she was always going to be different, that she would never /have/ a soulmate, of being resigned (pretending to be resigned) — what part of her, of the light she’s fought to keep alive and share, matches this man?
But if there’s one thing that’s true about Summer Rainault, it’s that she doesn’t give up without trying. There must be something here. Some reason, something she can reach, something he can do and she can do — and the only way to find out is to try.
She blinks, finally, and looks away. “I guess we should talk.”