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Roman chewed his lip as he stood in front of the floor-length mirror on the inside of his closet door. He wanted to look perfect.

You only get one shot at a first impression, his father had constantly reminded him, and his greeting of just "hello" six months ago had been kind of lame.

He knew objectively that Pat wouldn't care what he looked like. In the time he had known them, they had seemed so loving and accepting of everything. But the worry in the back of his mind told him that if he didn't look absolutely perfect, their relationship would crumble.

Roman dug through his closet one last time, grabbing a dark red and golden button-up. He held it up in front of himself, made a whining noise as he thought, and finally decided just to go for it and slipped it on over top of the white tee-shirt he wore.

For the entire drive to the bubble tea shop, he bounced in his seat.

He was going to be late.

Traffic was a mess.

The GPS kept trying to send him down one-way roads, and he got hopelessly lost at least twice.

But he eventually got there. He pulled into the parking lot, took a deep breath, and got out the red gel pen he had been using to mark his skin for months. Turning the rearview mirror, he drew a small star on his left cheek, right under his eye. So he would be able to find Pat in the shop.

Okay, now he was insanely nervous. What if they didn't like him? What if they took one look at him and decided he wasn't their type? What if they weren't there?

Oh God, what if they weren't there?

Roman took a deep breath, calming his nerves, and after only another moment of hesitation, he got out of his car.

Fairy Ville was cute. It seemed fitting that Pat had suggested this place. With its orange walls, multicolored plush chairs, and beautiful cherry blossom painting, Roman felt right at home immediately upon entering.

He scanned the shop and after only a moment, his eyes landed on a red glittery ink star on a man's cheek.

Roman grinned large enough for his cheeks to cramp, and he had to strain himself from running across the shop to him.

Pat beat him to it.

He perked up upon seeing him and leapt from his chair, running across the shop faster than Roman had thought possible.

The air was knocked out of him as Pat slammed into him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

He was warm.

And he smelled like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

And Roman wanted to breathe him in forever.

He had known that meeting his soulmates would be a wonderful experience. Something straight out of a fairytale.

He had expected fireworks and a sweeping kiss and to ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after.

Nothing could have prepared him for this.

Nothing could have prepared him for the way his heart leapt into his throat when Pat smiled up at him, his face barely a breath away from his.

And nothing could have prepared him for the way his stomach flipped upside down when Pat nervously, hesitantly glanced down at his lips, a silent question in his eyes.

Roman was only too happy to comply.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he reached up to cradle Pat's face, his thumbs brushing along his jaw like he had seen in countless movies. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to his.

There were the fireworks he had been waiting for.

In Pat's kiss.

In the small noise of happiness he made and the blush he could feel in Pat's cheeks as well as his own.

When they pulled apart after what seemed both like an eternity and a fraction of a second, Roman's head spun. Pat blushed a deep shade of red, ducking his head and squeaking in embarrassment. Roman chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, brushing his blond curls back from his face.

"Want to order something, Pat?"

They sat at Fairy Ville for hours, talking about everything under the sun, and when the cashier told them they had to either buy another drink or leave, Roman cleared his throat. "Do you want to hang out at my place?"

Crap.

Why would he ask that?

He had just met him.

He didn't even know his real name.

Pat smiled and nodded. "Sure, why not."

Roman's nerves calmed and he took a deep breath. "Did you drive here?"

"No, I don't have a car yet. I'm saving up for one, though. You?"

He nodded. "My parents bought me a car for my birthday a couple months ago. Kind of a going away present."

They exited the shop and Roman led him to the car. Patton stopped in the middle of the parking lot, eyes widening. "Are your parents billionaires?" Roman could tell by his tone of voice that he was joking, but he shifted slightly at the question.

He wasn't embarrassed of his parents' money, but he didn't like to flaunt it. He had tried to get them to buy him a more sensible, inconspicuous vehicle, but they had insisted on the newest, most expensive, environmentally friendly model they could find. He didn't mind the environmentally friendly aspect of it, but the rest of it was just a nuisance. "Eh... yeah, they've got a bit of money. C'mon."

They hung out in Roman's living room for hours, long after the sun went down. When they ran out of things to talk about, they simply sat in comfortable silence, watching tv. Pat glanced around the living room, his eyes landing on one of Roman's paintings. One of the few he had finished. The unfinished ones were in the spare bedroom he kept all his art supplies in.

"Did you make that?"

"Hm? Oh." He turned to look where Pat was looking, and he chuckled. "Yeah. It's not my best, but it's pretty good."

"Pretty good? It's amazing!"

"Do you want it?"

He froze, his mouth gaping open. "Do I....? Can I really have it? I don't want to take something from you that you worked so hard on."

"Pat, I want you to have it. Please. I have tons, and with me starting art school next month, I'll have even more."

He grinned wide and wrapped his arms around Roman, his head pressing against his chest.

Roman never wanted to get used to this.

He never wanted to get used to the warmth and smell of Pat, to the feeling of love that poured from Pat into every part of him.

And he didn't think he ever would.