The moment I said her name, she gasped. "H-how did you know my name?"
I looked at her friend, who looked even more stunned. "Y-you two know each other?"
Brielle, the girl in my dreams, looked at me as if asking the same question. Should I tell her? I asked myself. About the dreams? What would she think? I just thought she was a dream character. But she's real! Maybe I've seen her before? That's why I've been dreaming about her? Damn, she's so much prettier in real life.
I cleared my throat. "Lucky guess, hehe." I said, chuckling nervously. "Would you like a picture?" I tried changing the topic.
Brielle's friend stepped in and pulled out her phone to take a selfie, but I kept my eyes fixed on Brielle, and she kept her eyes on me. Her friend cleared her throat. "Ahem! Ricky!"
I snapped out of my stare and smiled weakly. "Er, um, sorry."
Brielle stepped into the selfie and smiled the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.
I couldn't help but point it out. "You've got a gorgeous smile. You really do."
Brielle blushed and looked at the ground. Her friend's nostrils flared in anger, her face turning a bright red.
"A-and your...uh...hair is really nice." I stuttered to her now extremely angered friend.
A buzzer went off. "Ricky!" called my assistant Joe. "Next person!"
I couldn't stand to watch Brielle leave. I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "Meet me in the storage room on the second floor at 3:00 PM." And smiled and winked.