Written for:

Romance Awareness Month Day 3- You are born with words on your arm which are the first words your soulmate says to you. -:- Prompts: (word) Declare

Jenga- (pairing) Lily/James

Writing Club- Serendipity Day- Write about a chance encounter.

Are You Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge- 401. (restriction) Can't use the word can't

Word Count: 428

James was hurrying along the train's main corridor when he collided with someone. He yelped, startled.

The girl–or he assumed it was girl, judging by the feminine squeal she emitted–toppled over onto him, burrowing her head in his chest. James fell backwards as his hands groped around for a handhold. Unluckily, there was none, and his other arm wrapped instinctively around the girl.

James shut his eyes as his head dented the carpeted floor, the girl on top of him and crushing his body. Stars danced around in his vision as he gingerly touched his head with his free hand. It was throbbing painfully, but his head wasn't damaged.

The girl had sat up and was tugging insistently at his arm. James realized his arm was still coiled protectively around her waist and removed it, flushing in embarrassment.

Meanwhile, the girl had untangled herself and stood up, brushing back her long hair–which was a rich red–and offering a hand towards him.

"Are you okay?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

James felt a tingling sensation on his collarbone, hidden by his shirt collar. With a jolt of revelation, he recalled the strange words printed there.

Are you okay?

"Y–yeah," he replied, smiling brilliantly, though his voice quivered slightly.

"Good."

He grasped her hand and with surprising strength, she pulled him to his feet.

They fell into an awkward silence. James vaguely registered that her eyes were a piercing emerald green.

Trying to ease the unnerving silence, he declared loudly. "I'm James."

He grabbed her hand, brought it to his lips in a suave manner, and kissed her knuckles. She blushed profusely and did not withdraw her hand, even when he was finished. Her hand was trembling with pleasant electricity.

"James?" A boy poked his head out of a compartment, his grey eyes narrowed.

James quickly stumbled away from the girl, his own hazel eyes wide as the intense moment was shattered.

"Got to go," he said hastily, making to turn away, but the girl seized his wrist, preventing him from leaving.

"Wait! You don't know my name!" She wasn't ready to conclude their serendipitous encounter without telling him her name.

A small smile graced his lips.

"I'm Lily." Her own lips curved up into a beautiful smile.

He saluted, eyes sparkling, and then disappeared into the compartment, slamming the door.

Slowly, almost in a daze, her hand drifted towards her eyes and she stared at the slightly damp spot on her knuckle. Her grin broadened.

"James," she murmured, twisting her hand so the word on her wrist was visible.

Yeah.