[ @masonxmoon & @logan-wright ]
Jace knew he should be excited, everyone was excited to meet their soulmate, right? Yet he couldn’t calm that roaring bundle of nerves in his stomach, that was clawing away at his insides. The lower his countdown got, the more his worries grew, fretting over the idea of them being too old, or too young, of them thinking he wasn’t good enough, there were so many possibilities and only the worst were going through his head. Anxiously he tapped his pencil against his sketchbook, leaving tiny little graphite dots as he stared ahead so caught up in his mind that by the time he realized the breeze had picked up it was too late. The loose papers tucked into his sketch book flew free in the breeze. The motion snapped him out of his thoughts, and he jumped to his feet, quickly chasing after his drawings, picking them up one by one. Crouching he tried to move to retrieve one before a stranger could step on it, losing his balance in the process and tipping from his toes onto his butt with a small ‘oof’, landing directly in the path of foot traffic.
“Shit, fucking hell-” He breathed, having quite the vulgar mouth for a man with cotton candy pink hair. “Sorry, let me get out of your way.” He mumbled, starting to push himself to his feet, before he caught sight of the countdown on his arm ticking down from one second to zero. His gaze flickered up, eyes wide, landing on a rather handsome face. “Bloody fuck, out of all the times for me to fall on my ass.” He mumbled, brushing the dirt off his jeans.
