Number 11 for reborn please ( ^ω^ )
11. You stop aging at 18 until you meet your soulmate.
You were technically almost 30, but still looking 18 which honestly was nothing less than confusing, Especially when you had to fill out paper work or show your id for things. If anything, it just made you want to meet your soulmate all the quicker.
Rubbing your chin as you looked at the various breads and cakes in the bakery, you reminded yourself that you didn’t come here to buy everything, just a couple loafs of bread. “Don’t go overboard like last time,” you told yourself, pointing to the bread you wanted. The worker bagged it up for you and rang up your total.
“Is there anymore of the rosemary bread?” someone asked. You looked down at your bag, the last loaf of the rosemary bread in it.
“I’m sorry, someone just bought the last one,” the worker said, handing you your change.
“Sorry, I was the one who just bought the last loaf,” you said sympathetically. “I can give you some if you want,” you offered. “It’s a large loaf for just me anyway.”
“No, I can’t take it from you,” the man responded. “That’s very nice of you to offer though,” he smiled.
You looked at the well dressed man. He was obviously older than the 18 years he looked and something about him looked familiar too. “Have we met before?” you asked.