Everyone is born with a soulmate, it's predetermined fate. Your first thought after you have seen your soulmate gets written on your soulmates wrist. Permanently. You can imagine the trouble it brings when someone's thoughts aren't the purest. When Lucille is people-watching at a local hotel's breakfast bar, she notices someone's strange habit and is outraged. Coincidentally, that girl happens to be her soulmate. - This is the first story I have finished in a while, and the first one I'm sharing with other people, ever, so helpful criticism is very appreciated. Thank you!