Steve never had an issue like some others with touching people - he'd already found his soulmate, so it didn't ever occur to him to be careful as he held the bouquet out for her reaching hand. "Please, call--"

And then he felt it. As soon as their skin touched, that surge of rightness; he'd never forget that feeling, even though he'd been barely five when he'd first felt it. Steve couldn't stop the quick, in-drawn breath, even as his eyes flew up to hers. His brows drew together in shock and confusion. This - this wasn't right. Bucky was his soulmate! He'd never gone out looking because he already had his Someone, there shouldn't be anyone else!

And yet, he couldn't deny that there was no other explanation for what he'd just felt when he touched the shop girl.