A smile takes over the guy's face, "I'm George, by the way." Dream lets out a breath of relief. "I'm Dream," he says, smiling back and stretching out his hand. This is the moment he's been waiting for. His heart flutters as George's hand connects with his, disappearing in his own bigger one. - Or, Dream just started working as a barista, when he gets the order of one totally hot guy wrong. (cross posted on my ao3 - toniactually)All Rights Reserved
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