Maxine
Johnny pulled me up and helped me stand, then he held my hands and moved a few feet away from me—just enough to guide me as he skated backwards.
“Soulmate? Like the literal meaning?” I asked.
Johnny nodded.
“What? Bran is eighteen and in high school. Only like two percent of the world finds their soulmate at that age,” I said, following his lead as we circled the rink.
Johnny shook his head. “Not that kind of soulmate.”
“What kind?” I was quick to ask.
“You are nosy,” Johnny said, letting go of one of my hands. I almost slipped, but I balanced myself.
“Maybe,” I shrugged.
“Well, it’s a person that you are destined or fated to be bound to,” Johnny said.
“That’s not real,” I said.
“I’m going to let go of your hand, Max, and you are going to circle the rink on your own back
