[ WP ] Everyone has a unique tattoo/marking that they are born with , it 's exactly the same as their soul mates .

Felicia felt the gust of wind from the top of the steps, indicating her train was arriving. She scurried down the stairs, knowing that if she missed it, she'd be late to her date. His name was Ezra, he was a software engineer, very attractive, and also not looking for his matching mark. Like many of her generation—those born to the first generation of mark-bearers—she was jaded and cynical about the mark's significance. She'd seen her parents, with their identical marks, fight through most of her teen years, but refuse to separate. They did n't seem to understand that the mark just provided the partner, but would n't do the work of making a relationship successful. So Felicia dated, and only men who could n't possibly be her match. 
 
 Her last date had been a disaster. They'd met for drinks at a trendy bar downtown, but barely made it past small talk when he caught a glimpse of the waitress's mark on the inside of her wrist as she set down their drinks. He went pale, eyes wide as he stared at the mark before the waitress sauntered off, unaware. He turned to Felicia and silently flipped the cuff of his sleeve up and showed her a mark that matched that of the waitress. `` I'm sorry. You're a great girl. I really did n't think this would ever happen, but...'' He trailed off, eyes on the waitress, now at the next table. 
 
 `` Go.'' Felicia sighed as he got up and approached his destiny. She slung back the remains of her drink and headed for the door. *He can get the check, at least. * 
 
 She had been considering giving up dating when she met Ezra at a party. He introduced himself and told her he'd seen her profile on unmark.com. Felicia laughed, and asked if he'd had success yet, and the two compared battle scars and life stories deep into the night. Hours later, Felicia got into a cab home with plans to meet him in a few days for coffee. 
 
 As the train pulled into the station, her phone buzzed—her sister, wishing her luck on her date. Jen had never approved of Felicia's dating methods, but Jen had found her match in the girl next door when they were children, and would escape to her house when the fighting started at home, leaving Felicia to deal with the drama. 
 
 Felicia rounded the corner and saw Ezra waiting outside the cafe, reading in the sun. She suddenly and inexplicably had butterflies and froze on the sidewalk. She debated running away, going home, and texting a lame excuse as to why she could n't make it, but before she could make up her mind, Ezra looked up and smiled at her. Felicia found herself smiling back and walking toward the cafe before she realized what was happening. 
 
 `` I'm glad you're here! I just ordered two coffees—I hope that's OK...'' Ezra said, dogearring his page in his book as the waitress delivered two mugs to the table and departed hastily. 
 
 Felicia nodded. `` Of course, thanks. What are you reading?'' She cocked her head, trying to read the title of his book upside down. 
 
 `` Einstein's Dreams, by Alan Lightman.'' 
 
 `` Oh, that's one of my favorites! Do you like it so far?'' 
 
 `` I do—but I wanted to talk to you about something important, Felicia.'' He leveled a serious gaze at her. `` I was n't completely honest with you when I met you.'' Felicia's butterflies began to sink to the bottom of her stomach. `` I *did* see your profile on unmark.com, including the photo of your mark. The thing is... I'm your match.'' Ezra pulled the neck of his sweater down, revealing a neat half-circle on his collarbone. Felicia gasped. She knew that mark intimately, having seen it in the mirror every day of her life. `` I did n't message you on the site, I mean the whole point of it is to *not* find your match, but then I met you, and we got talking, and I really liked you. I'm sorry I did n't tell you, you just seemed so against the idea of finding your match and I did n't know what to do.'' 
 
 Felicia sat stunned, staring at his collarbone, absently touching her own. She realized the butterflies had taken flight again, and lifted her gaze to meet his eye. `` You drink coffee with me, and then we'll go for a walk around the park and discuss what all of this means.''
