Heart fluttering in his chest, Thomas watched as the man he realized was his soulmate walked through the doors of the bookstore. The bookstore that Thomas worked at to be precise, and he had the most adorable confused look on his face that made Thomas want to melt. Thomas itched absently at his elbow where Newt's name was etched in small, elegant letters as he watched the newest customer peruse the stacks of poetry. Thomas knew of Newt from the local coffee shop where he often played guitar on open mic night. He'd been far too nervous to approach the musician once he'd discovered Newt's name. Plus, the idea that they were destined for each other seemed strange anyway. He wanted Newt to genuinely like him because of his personality (or some other relating crap like that) rather than for a name scrawled on his arm.
"Anyone home?" a voice broke through Thomas' thoughts. He blinked a couple of times and Newt's face came into focus in front of his. "Welcome back to the world of the living. I'm wanting to order a book you don't have in stock."
"Yeah, sure. Title and author?" Thomas asked as he pulled up the ordering system on his computer.
"The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake," Newt rattled off. Thomas smiled at Newt at the request he made. "You a fan of Blake, too?"
"Yeah! The Tyger was the first one of his that I read which was immediately followed by The Poison Tree. I have a copy of this myself at home," Thomas replied.
"Good to know it comes highly recommended by – eh – what's your name again?" Newt asked, searching Thomas chest for a name badge.
"Thomas," he breathed out. Newt's eyes widened slightly accompanied by a raised eyebrow.
"I like it. So, what are your plans for Friday night, Tommy?" Newt asked, leaning against the counter. Thomas tried not to lean closer into Newt's body as he navigated through finishing through the order.
"William Blake is sounding like a really good date right now, actually," Thomas joked. "Your book will be here next week, probably on Thursday."
"Want to make it a date with Blake and me across the street?" Newt pointed out the window towards the coffee shop that Thomas knew very well.
"Deal." Thomas didn't like the idea of soulmates but Newt didn't seem like a bad one to have if he was going to have one. Especially when shared poetry and coffee was involved.