Sam plopped down in a chair, tucking her knees against the desk. She was doing a observation day, to see if she wanted to go to college. On a whim, she had asked if she could sit in on a class, and they had agreed.
So here she was, in class like a student, pretending like she wasn’t a seasoned veteran already at twenty five.
A quick glance at her wrist counter had her sitting up and looking around trying to peer at people’s wrists to no avail.
In front of her, a young man with dark hair was being loud and getting attention from the professor for being a genius. She rolled her eyes, Dealing with Riley was enough of a pain in the ass.
Then class is over and Sam didn’t learn anything, except she can’t even find her soulmate. She’s so distracted, she crashes into a body and its him, and her wrist is in his grasp being held next to his and what should she say to him? This arrogant little rich boy genius - she can tell by the cologne he wears and the only thing out of her is swear words. “The fuck? Just my fucking luck too..” She looks at him, dark eyes blazing. “Corporal Samantha Wilson, Army.” That the only information she gives him, before turning to storm away.