"I think I may have seen you last week."
"Why bring it up now?"
"Well, I just remembered." She scowled. "I had a dream last night-"
"About me?"
"No, about chicken."
"Sarcasm?"
"No." She exhaled sharply. "I was dreaming about your chicken sandwiches, which are the shit, and this guy served me food once. I feel that guy was you."
"What did he look like?"
"He has red curly hair, freckles everywhere, had that whole Wendy's get up on, he was hella cute."
He chuckled quietly. "That's Jake."
"Jake." She tested the name on her tongue. "You don't seem like a Jake."
"I'm not."
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