In a society that’s base of being with your soul mate, it was hard finding out when your tattoo came through that it wasn’t the person you were dating. Laurel wasn’t even sure who she was meant to be with since no one had her mark, not even the man she was dating, who broke up with her since clearly she was meant for another.
It was Oliver’s birthday and Laurel was running late, she had slipped into the back and smiled when she saw him and Tommy talking about something. “Hey boys,” she said with a quick kiss on both their cheeks, “what did I miss? Find your soul mate yet?”