A stranger sat at her table, claiming to be her soulmate. He had dark brown hair that was shaggy in all directions, dark brown eyes, thin lips, and olive-toned skin. His clothes appeared dirty. He wore a holey T-shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and dingy flip-flops. Natalie stared back at the stranger with confusion. How could this stranger be her soulmate? Her soulmate was dead.