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.

      She could hear the frustration of Nami everytime she entered the warehouse, where Monet was eating her sandwich. The ginger had quickly gone from «I call dibs on that handsome client» to «someone assists that jerk because I refuse». It was the first time Monet saw Nami refusing to attend a client, and she couldn’t help but to wonder how annoying the other had to be for her workmate to quit. 

Both of them had been working for a while in that Giorgio Armani store, and they were quite used to the customers hitting on them, but as long as that translated into more sales at the end of the month none of them really cared. 

Since day one they had known that being flirty was the best option, especially since both of them worked on commission.

Gotta shake your rear to get them to buy the gear… Was what Nami said, and she knew the ginger was right. She brushed her teeth and gave her workmate a friendly pat on her back, as to say she’d take it from now and out.

When she first saw him she had to agree with that of handsome Nami had said. Dark messy hair, tanned skin and tattooed fingers that were struggling with the tie. 

— ❝ I can help you with that❞ 

   She offered, but she didn’t wait for an actual answer. Graceful fingers fixed the tie slowly, working on a trinity knot with the expensive fabric. She could feel his eyes on her face, roaming meticulously over her facial features, but that didn’t fluster her. Monet was perfectly calmed as she finished the perfect trinity knot, adjusting the tie around his neck, fixing the shirt and the jacket. 

      Now he looked very good. 

— ❝ Perfect.❞ 

Just for a second she felt his eyes abandon her face, and before she could step back he had her by the wrist. Her brows drew a frown and she opened her mouth to protest. Was this was Nami had complained about? She didn’t know, but as he was about to speak he raised her hand and lifted the sleeve of her sweater, enough for her to see that the clock in there had reached zero.

Monet definitely didn’t know what to say when he showed her the six zeros in the clock of his wrist.

             She was completely speechless.