let the fates decide, [au/c]

She knew her birthday was today, and she should open her and see the name written on her arm. But was it going to be a name? Most people didn't show their arms, and over time, the name faded. Phoenix's eyes opened slowly, staring at the face of her alarm clock, a minute before it would go off. A slow breath escaped her before the blaring sound went off. She flinched, though her hand shot out, slamming the piece down, before she rolled onto her back, covering her eyes with the arm that would have the initials. everyone would get them when they turned eighteen, but not everyone found their soulmate.

She almost didn't believe in it. None of the girls int he club had found their other half, and her uncle, while still looking, hadn't any luck. Crawling out of bed, and into the shower, her eyes still didn't look at her arm, only closing her eyes when she went to wash her hair, arms over her head. It was only when her uncle came down the stairs in the club, meeting her at the bar with her bowl of cereal, that he grabbed her arm gently, pulling it for his inspection. "B.Falk? Interesting combination. I wish you luck, little bird" He commented with a smiling, kissing her on the head. "And happy birthday" He said, before starting the evening routine.

Phoenix found herself going on her usual walk down the street, away from Ambrose, to the corner store for her usual drink and mid-evening snack, when her eyes lifted to the counter, looking for any signs of the letters, but luck was obviously against her on her birthday. Walking out of the store, she didn't realize the person standing there at the corner, and ran right into them. "I'm so sorry!"
BJORN FALK