In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

      As an interpreter in Moscow that was also finishing her doctorate in language, literacy and culture Monet was considerably busy individual, and she definitely didn’t have the time other people had to spend on that of finding her soulmate. 

For Monet it had to be something that simply had to happen, something for what she shouldn’t twist her plans if she saw any change on the clock on her wrist. Monet wouldn’t let that clock rule her life.  It really wasn’t something she worried about, so she ignored it. 

Monet had gotten a call the day before from a friend, asking her to help her with a client. “He’s gonna be here for ten days or so, but he can’t even manage a basic conversation, so can you help him?” She was on her break, but since the work this time involved visiting places and not only translating boring conversations she agreed. Anyway, her friend seemed a bit distressed, and she was happy to help.

Five had given her the name of that man’s hotel, and so she awaited in the hall, wearing a white ushanka.and a jade trench coat that was very warm. She was from siberian Russia so it wasn’t too cold for her. 

She awaited for that man, thinking that she should have asked Five about his looks or she should have gotten a sign with his name so she saved the both of them time, but as she turned and she saw the person that had just entered the room she assumed it had to be him. 

Monet would lie if she said she didn’t thought he was handsome. He hadn’t noticed her presence, but she approached him, with a polite smile on her lips. He was looking at the watch on his wrist, did he thought she’d be late? She was perfectly on time.

— ❝ Mister Trafalgar Law?❞ 

   And for some reason she felt strange. She didn’t know how to describe it, it just felt different, and then she realized that he wasn’t looking to the watch on his hand. 

That man was looking at the clock on his wrist.

                              It had reached zero.