I opened the door excitedly, hurrying to the kitchen. I dropped the eggs down onto the counter and my mom sighed.

"Gee, don't break the eggs," she said.

"I saw it," I said.

"Saw what?" My mom asked.

"The colors, I saw the colors."

My grandma looked up from where she was still sat at the table. She stood up and came over, giving me a hug. My grandma pulled away, holding me at shoulders length.

"How was it? Who was it?" She questioned.

"It was beautiful," I said. "I don't know who it was, some man named Frankie. There were so many colors, though. There was some in the apples and the egg yolks and the letters of the signs and his eyes."

"The apples are red," my grandma said. "Eggs yolks are yellow. The letters...what signs were they?"

"The ones above the aisles," I said.

"Ah yes, that's blue," she said. "What did his eyes look like."

"They were kind of like pears mixed with the color of the pear stems," I tried to explain.

"Green with brown," she remarked. "His eyes were hazel."

"Hazel, I like that, hazel it's my favorite color," I said.

We sat down on the couch and my grandma held my hands in hers.

"Is my hair red like the apples?" I asked.

"Depends, were the apples dark?" She asked.

"Yes," I said.

"No, your hair is light," she said. "What did the man say?"

"He was so scared, he didn't know what was happening," I said. "I felt bad, but I also didn't because I was so happy."

"I'm sure you were," my grandma said with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll cross paths again at some point, you two are meant to be together."

I smiled, giving her a hug. Mikey walked in, he probably got home while I was away. He looked at the two of us in confusion.

"What's happening?" He asked.

I jumped to my feet and smiled.

"I saw the colors," I said.

"The colors? Those are just stories grandma told us as kids," he said.

I shook my head. "They're real and they're beautiful."

My brother still looked a little suspicious as he asked, "Who'd you see them with?"

"Some man at the store," I said. "He was just there with some little girl when he bumped into me."

"It wasn't his child, was it?" His grandma asked.

"No, she called him Uncle Frankie," I said. "He's the one. He's so beautiful too. He's got black hair that's to his shoulders and he's got a lot of tattoos and the most mesmerizing hazel eyes ever."

"Hazel? I don't get it, what's hazel?" Mikey asked.

"It's my favorite color," I said dreamily.

"You know, Gee, you have hazel eyes too," my grandma remarked.

My smile widened as I giggled happily.

"Are my eyes hazel?" Mikey asked.

"No, sweetie, yours are brown," my grandma said.

Mikey frowned slightly, but then didn't seem bothered when he remembered he doesn't actually know what any of these colors are.

"This is the best day ever!" I exclaimed, jumping up onto the couch.

I pulled Mikey up with me as he stumbled while I jumped on the cushions.

"Get off the furniture," my mom scolded.

The two of us hopped off but I still couldn't handle all my excitement. I couldn't help but laugh happily as I jumped from foot to foot. My grandma was smiling, proud that I've seen the colors. However, my brother still looked slightly confused and skeptical.

"I've gotta call lindsey," I said.

I grabbed my phone and hurried to my bedroom, shutting the door and falling down onto my bed. I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.

"Hello," she greeted.

"Lindsey!" I exclaimed. "You'll never believe what just happened!"

"What?" She asked.

"Okay, so I was at the store when a man walked up and he was chasing his niece and he accidentally bumped into me, it was so great, I saw the colors," I said quickly.

Lindsey is one of the only people who actually believe me about the colors. However, she doesn't know if her parents ever saw the colors. She was adopted when she was a baby after her parents died in a car accident. She was adopted by a single man who had always just wanted a child. Since he hasn't dated, he doesn't know of the colors. I told her about them when we were kids and she's believed me and stuck by my side ever since.

"No shit, really?" She asked.

"Oh my god, Lindsey, he was so pretty," I said. "His hair was just normal black and went to about his shoulders, he had so many tattoos and he had the prettiest hazel eyes ever."

"What's hazel?" She asked.

"It's a color," I explained. "My eyes are hazel too."

"Maybe you've finally found your daddy," Lindsey stated.

"I don't even know if he likes that," I said.

"He's your soulmate, chances are good that he does if you two are meant to be together," she said. "Does he like you too? Does he already know about the colors? Did you two kiss?"

"No, he doesn't even know my name, I know that his name's Frank, though," I said. "He was scared, he literally had no clue what was going on."

"Poor guy, maybe you can talk to him and explain to him all about the colors," she suggested.

"It seemed like he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me," I said, feeling a little sad about that.

"Fuck that, I will, like, grab him and tie him up to force him to listen to you," she said. "Actually, I think you'd rather have him tying you to the bed."

I blushed, burying my face into the pillow.

"He's just so pretty and perfect," I groaned, my words slightly muffled. "How am I ever supposed to date him? It's like dating God or something."

"Did you just compare a man you met at the store to God?" Lindsey asked.

"Maybe," I muttered.

"This is like The Beatles, people would be mad if they heard you say that," she remarked.

"Whatever, Lindsey, this is fucking serious, not a time to be talking about The Beatles," I said.

"Okay, just keep going back to the store, he has to show up at some point if that's where he buys groceries from," she recommended. "When he does come then just try talking to him. And if that doesn't work, then have a white cloth with chloroform on it and we can take him back to my basement."

"Linds, I'm not gonna drug my soulmate," I stated.

"Okay, okay," she said. "Okay, tell me about him. How tall was he? How old is he?"

"He was a little taller than me," I said. "And his age...I don't know, he did look a little older. It could also just be the tattoos that made him look older."

"How many tattoos did he have?" Lindsey asked.

"I don't know, he had two sleeves and some on his neck but the rest of his skin was covered by his clothes," I listed.

"Well, soon enough you'll be seeing him without those clothes," she said.

"Okay, you need to stop with all that," I said. "Should we bring Bert into the call?"

"You know he's still a little iffy about the whole colors thing, he still isn't entirely sure if it's true or not," she said.

"I'm gonna invite him anyways, maybe he'll be fully convinced after I tell him about what happened at the store," I said.

Lindsey was put on hold for a moment while I called Bert, merging the calls once he answered.

"Dude, Gee saw the colors with some hot fucking dude at the store," Lindsey said immediately.

"No, really?" Bert asked.

"Yeah, like when I went just now, it was literally the best thing I've ever seen in my entire life," I said.

"I still don't understand that," Bert said. "How can touching someone possibly make us see colors? We aren't meant to see colors, that's why everything's in black and white."

"There were colors," I insisted. "There was red and blue and green and yellow and hazel and so much more I can't even explain it. It's, like, so beautiful you kind of forget to breathe, you almost wanna cry from it all, the way everything was so bright and happy, it makes you wanna never stop smiling."

"And you got this from touching someone?" He asked.

I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"You don't understand, you won't really understand until you meet your soulmate," I said. "I did, and that's the man I'm gonna marry and have kids with and grow old with."

"Who is he?" Bert asked.

"Funny, he doesn't actually know," Lindsey said. "All he knows is that his name is Frank."

"But I can get to know him more, we're meant to be together and when two people are meant to be together then they will do anything to stay with each other."

"Then how come most people don't even meet their soulmates?" Bert asked.

I pouted, looking up at my ceiling.

"I think him and Gee are gonna make a great couple," Lindsey defended me. "They're gonna live in a cute little house with cute little kids and cute little animals. But one condition, I get to be at your wedding."

"Linds, you would be my maid of honor," I said.

"Don't girls only get maid of honors?" Bert asked. "Don't you get a best man?"

"Hey, if I were to have a wedding it definitely wouldn't fit the normal traditional weddings," I stated.

"Gee, I can help you pick out the most beautiful wedding dress to walk down the aisle with," Lindsey said. "We can go dress shopping and at your wedding Frank will look all handsome in his suit and smiling while you walk down the aisle."

"Chill, Linds, he's only just met the guy," Bert said.

"Yeah, but it's so cute, you know I'm a bit of a dreamer," she said.

"So, anyways," I said, interrupting their little quarrel. "Now I just need to get him to talk to me."