Here goes nuthin' !

I'm thinking fast. Ummm. okay ... wow did he ever make things more awkward. He didn't need to describe that much, but here goes nothing: "You definitely ARE creative!" I call out.

He turns around, now several metres down the path. "Pardon?" he asks.
I take the opportunity to run up to him. "You definitely are creative. Do those sunglasses cast a rosy hue over everything you see?"

"You could say that," he replies, staring right at me.

"Well, in that case, there's an artsy cafe in one of these streets I like to go to. Want to join me?"

"Sure."

As we walk out of the park, the uneven pavement catches my foot - I always miss that - and I half-trip. It wasn't dramatic, but it was a tad embarassing.

"Walk much?" he asks, taking my hand.

"Not enough to remember that crack, apparently." I'm still a little uneasy with my step because of the dream, and waking up / walking into this man wasn't helping.

We walk the rest of the way to the cafe in almost silence, and I'm wondering if he's feeling the sparks and goosebumps that I am, or if it's only my dream?

As we enter that street, a thought arises...