Off Limits.

Mate.

It overwhelmed me immediately, the sweet scent of her perfume. I knew right then and there I was a goner and I hadn't even seen her face. I knelt to pick her wallet and tapped her shoulder.

She jumped instinctively and turned to face me. She was taller than I thought: two or three inches under six foot reaching my chin. She looked up at me assessing my features like a pathologist with blotchy red eyes, wiping away streaks of her mascara.

"You dropped this." I handed her wallet to her as she tentatively took it from me, her cold fingers grazing mine. Her driving license peeked out and I scanned it before she shoved it back into the card slot.

Sonam Meghani.

"Thanks." Her brown eyes emanating gratitude as she opened her bag to put her wallet in.

It was silent for a while as I glanced at the gravestone she was visiting. It stood out from the others, about half the size of it's neighbours but it was well kept, no strewn flower carcasses and flawless of any chips or cracks.

"Brother?" I pointed towards the gravestone, aiming to find out more about my elusive mate.

"He was my husband-" She paused, the subject clearly still an open wound. "It was cancer that got him before the cigarettes. Although he would say it was my incessant nagging." She gave me a sad smile, holding up her left hand where a wedding band adorned her ring finger. I felt disoriented, as something sank in my stomach, because I knew deep down she would never be able to love me as much as she loved him.