Usually, Logan would complain about Roman's exaggerated stories about 'nonsense with a combo of drama' as Logan put it. It doesn't matter that Logan and Roman had known each other for years, Logan still couldn't stand Roman's theatrics. Especially, not right now. Logan had called his best friend last night to meet him at the coffee shop near campus, because "I need some... help... with something."

"You? Mr. I-know-everything-about-everything, needs my help? Oh, this should be good then." Logan had groaned at the nickname during the phone call, but didn't say much else.

And now, here they were, sitting in a coffee shop, a galaxy away from their initial topic of discussion with Roman re-telling his morning about how he was attacked by a stray cat with arms gesturing wildly. Logan was irritated. Very much so, but he couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts with Roman's booming voice as a background noise.

"Roman..."

"...and then the cat jumped—like, literally launched at my face—and just scratched me everywhere like a maniac,"

"Roman."

"You know how expensive this shirt is? You know how much effort I put in the morning to perfect this magnificent look for all ladies, lords and non-binary royalty to admire? Plus, I-"

"Roman!" Logan quickly interrupted, his voice stern but kept his volume low.

"What," Roman replied monotonously, annoyed that his story was interrupted. Rudely so.

"I asked you to come here, to help me with... annoying emotions and feeling and... ugh I hate this." Logan slumped his shoulders, one hand sifting through his hair.

"Gee, Logan. It's just a soulmate. You know the concept of soulmates is stupid, right? You're supposed to fall in love with a stranger, it's not going to work. Why do you even care about all this anyway? You're not one for romance and all things love."

Logan paused. He pondered on Roman's questions for a bit. It is sort of true that he was supposed to be a perfect match with a stranger. What if they're not compatible. It is also true that he despised romance or emotions in general. So why does he care now?

"I didn't. Care about soulmates I mean. But since I had my hour, I felt differently about this whole thing. I couldn't get this person out of my head. And then I realized that I actually want this. That I would very much like to... grow old with someone?" Logan trailed off for a moment, starting to get lost in his thoughts again.

Roman was a little surprised. He never heard Logan talk with this much emotion mixed in his words before.

"How did it happen anyway? You never told me."

"That's because you never wanted to know." Then, he began telling Roman about his hour.

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November, last year

Logan woke up with a start. 'Why am I awake?' He checked his alarm clock and saw that it was midnight.

He thought maybe he felt dehydrated, so he went outside and had a glass of water. Feeling a little better than before, he went back to his room and laid back down on his bed. He slowly closed his eyes and try to go back to sleep.

He then felt a sudden pain in his head. Ignoring it, he groaned and shifted in his bed to get comfortable. However, he felt his bed is a bit off. Slowly, he opened his eyes again and was greeted by a very confusing sight. The wall on the right side of the bed that is usually covered with diagrams of space and galaxy posters is now decorated with little polaroid photos. The room also had a subtle glow from the fairy lights hung above the headboard. He stood and walked to the window opposite the bed.

'Am I dreaming right now? If I am, the fact that I'm aware that this is a dream would mean this is a lucid dream. Unlikely, since I can remember I was awake a second ago.' Logan started to analyze his surrounding, as well as the state of his mind.

He looked down and realized that he looked different than usual. 'Noting how different I look and the fact that I feel shorter than usual would mean I am not in my own body which means... I'm currently in the hour... ' He let the revelation sink in for a moment. 'Yes, it would make sense since I just turn nineteen about twenty four hours ago. Am I still in Florida?' He walked to the bedside table and checked the location using the phone that he found there. 'Affirmative.'

He quickly wrote a very brief note with very limited information on a post-it note that he found in one of the bedside drawer.

Name: Logan Sharp
Age: 19
I am currently a student in Sanders University, majoring in Astrophysics.
We are also from the same area.

Logan was about to be done with the note without writing his address. Writing his address would mean that his soulmate could visit him easily. But he also don't trust people with personal information that could put him in danger. So he put an additional sentence to justify his need of not putting his address.

I am not adding my address because

He paused. 'Of course I'm not going to say that I don't trust this person—well, that is true—that's just rude.'

Because... reasons

After that he added his email address and phone number to the note. Done with the note, he looked around for a mirror to see what his soulmate looked like. He found a half-body mirror in the bathroom. As soon as he saw the reflection in the mirror, he noted the heterochromia right away. A warm honey color on the left and a cool grey on the right. He stood about three inches shorter than Logan himself and had subtle muscles in his torso, noticeable muscle-cut along the upper arms. Wavy brown hair, tousled from sleep and freckles scattered across the nose, cheek and bleeds over to the neck.

"Cute." Logan said quickly. He immediately blushed after he realized that he said that out loud. [Of course, Logan didn't tell Roman this part, or he will never hear the end of Roman's teasing, which is both embarrassing and annoying.]

After that, he went out of the bathroom and looked at the clock hung on the wall near the living room. 'I have about ten minutes left.' So, he decided to explore the house a bit. It is true that he didn't like people—especially strangers—to know personal information about himself, but he couldn't help but be a little bit hypocritical by snooping around in a stranger's house. Yes, it's his soulmate's house, but they're still a stranger to him.

Right next to the first bedroom—his soulmate's bedroom—there was another room next to it, the door partly opened. He peeked inside and saw a sleeping figure facing the door. Logan was shocked at first seeing how similar this person looked to his soulmate. 'Twins? That, or at the very least they are related,' Logan concluded in his head.

He went back to the room and re-read his note, double checking if he left out anything important. He then put the note on the bedside table under the cell phone. He sat on the bed again, waiting for the minutes to run out. He felt nervous all of a sudden. 'I will have to meet this person one day. Oh no, I'm going to screw it up. I have the social abilities of a chicken nugget and I would have to speak to this person and actually talk about important decisions and matters of the future. No, no, no, nononono-'

His train of thought was interrupted by a sudden pain at the back of his head. The pain crawled its way to the front of his head. Once the pain receded, he opened his eyes that he didn't realized he had closed and found himself back in his own room. He looked around and saw nothing unusual, aside from his desk lamp, which was turned on. He went to turn it off and saw a glimpse of a note from his soulmate written in bubble letters.

'Nope! Not now.' He went back to bed and tried to sleep again.

That night, Logan didn't sleep again until it was three in the morning.

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Present time

"That... is actually pretty interesting. What's their name?" Roman commented and asked after Logan was done with his story.

"Patton Harvey." Logan uttered the name. Although this Patton person was a stranger to Logan, he already felt an attachment with the name despite never meeting the person himself.

"What am I going to do Roman? You, of all people, know how I am in a social situation. Aside from that, there was the added weight of... emotions," Logan grimaced and continued, "that I would have to deal with—which you know I'm not good at. I have the emotional capacity of a teaspoon."

"Well, Logan, I do not know how this friend of yours will help you. You know how I feel about soulmates," The bell above the door of the coffee shop chimed, but Roman paid no attention to it and continued his rant. Logan who sat facing the door glanced at the door briefly. Then he did a double-take.

"I think soulmates are bullshit-"

"Roman..."

"You're supposed to be a perfect match with a total stranger-"

"Roman, please..."

"Like, what if the universe makes mistakes-"

"Roman!" Logan was getting impatient.

"What if it's all wrong-"

"Roman! Stop it!"

Roman stopped at Logan's raised voice.

Initially, Logan didn't want to attract any attention to Roman and especially not to himself. However, he spoke too loud. The second Logan's blue eyes met a pair of mismatched ones, his world felt like it stuttered to a halt.