AN: I literally just realised that I never said who was who in the last chapter. Let's just pretend that was intentional! You find out in this chapter aha.

Chapter 2

"Can I ask you something?"

It's late and the crowd has thinned out so much that I'm the only one still sat at the bar.

The girl turns to me and smiles. "You're wondering why I don't have a device."

I blink, taken aback slightly. "How did you know?"

"It's something I get asked a lot. Plus I noticed you glancing at my wrist every time I served you a drink." She laughs. "The short story is that I wasn't old enough to get one when they first came out, and then I saw all these adults panicking over how much or how little time they had and I didn't want that stress. I wanted to be able to date freely without worrying about if she was my soulmate or not."

I hate to admit it but my heart skips a beat when she says the word 'she'. At least she knows she's gay otherwise this would've been even more awkward.

"Doesn't that make dating really difficult?"

She shrugs. "Sometimes. I rarely come across another girl without a device so I often just ask someone I'm interested in if she's willing to date me without telling me if I'm her soulmate or not. The relationships rarely last longer than a few months though. They start to pull away after then, either because they're getting close to meeting their actual soulmate or because they don't want to fall in love with me because I'm not who they're destined to be with. What about you? Why did you get one?"

"I'm a hopeless romantic." I laugh. "As soon as I was old enough I signed up without even a second thought."

"Would a hopeless romantic ever date someone who wasn't their soulmate?"

I look deep into her eyes. Wondering if she was asking that because she was interested in me.

"Of course." I lie.

Honestly, I'm not sure I would. I'm lucky enough that I only had a 4 year wait, I was perfectly happy being single and working on my career, so that I knew that when I turned 22 and only had a few months left that I'd be in a place where I'd be ready to let someone else into my life. So I guess I'll never know if I'd date someone else.

She smiles at me. "That's good to know."

I decide to push this a little further. "Do you flirt with all the girls that sit at this bar?"

"Only the hot ones." She winks.

As soon as I close the apartment door behind me and turn around, her lips are on mine. I sigh into the kiss as she pushes me back until I'm pressed against the door. I reach up and run my fingers through her hair, pulling slightly on the ends making her moan into my mouth. She picks me up and turns, walking down the hall.

"Where's your bedroom?" She asks before moving to suck on my neck.

"On the right." I whimper.

She carries me into the room and drops me onto my bed before climbing on top of me and moves to kiss me again.

"Wait." I stop her.

She immediately sits up. "I'm sorry I thought…"

"No." I interrupt, laughing slightly. "Trust me I want this, but I just realised I don't even know your name."

She relaxes, leaning down over me again. "It's Quinn."

She hovers her lips millimetres above mine, clearly waiting.

"Rachel." I mutter before crashing my lips against hers.

I'm woken up by the sounds of someone moving about my room. I open my eyes to find Quinn pulling on her clothes.

"You're leaving?" I ask, voice groggy with sleep.

"Sorry, someone called in sick and I was asked to cover. I didn't want to wake you."

"Oh, okay. Will I see you again?"

The look on her face tells me that she instantly wants to say yes but instead she hesitates.

"I don't know. I'll call you."

She takes a step towards me but then stops, smiles and leaves the room. A few moments later I hear the front door open and close.

"What the hell?" I mutter to myself.

I then register that she doesn't have my number so can't actually call me. Why was she acting weird? Did I give away the fact that she was my soulmate? Was I bad in bed?

Only one way to find out.

An hour later I step back into the bar and spot the girl Quinn referred to as Michelle behind the bar.

"Hey, it's you." She smiles. "How did it go?"

"Um…" I pause to think. If I tell her my soulmate is Quinn would she then tell the blonde and ruin the whole thing?

"It was good." I decide to say. "Is Quinn here?"

Michelle frowns at me, clearly confused but I just smile back.

"No, she's not on the schedule today."

"Oh." This time it was my turn to frown.

Quinn lied to me?

I shake my head to clear it. "Can you tell her I stopped by and give her this when you next see her?"

I hand Michelle a piece of paper with my number on it.

The bar tender hesitates, visibly trying to connect the dots. "Sure. Listen…"

I quickly spurt out a thank you and turn to leave before she can ask any more questions.

As soon as I get back home I flop down onto my bed but the sheets smell like Quinn so I move into the lounge instead. Lying back on the sofa I sigh.

Turns out meeting your soulmate can be a lot more confusing than I first thought.

Especially when they sleep with you then practically ghost you the morning after.

What was I supposed to do now?