Adrian drove us to a little twenty-four-hour coffee shop in the middle of town. I’d been there numerous times for late night studies so I didn’t feel so alone and I really enjoyed the little crowd that gathered there late at night for escapes from reality. I ordered a hot chocolate and Adrian, a strong coffee. He sat across from me with a curious look on his face and I smiled. “What kind of dream did you have that had you wanting to get away from your house?” he asked, leaning back against the chair with his arms folded. “Don’t want to talk about it.” He nodded at my words, as if he understood everything that was going on. When the drinks arrived, we continued to it in silence as we sipped our hot drinks. My heart was beating irregular and I felt my stomach flutter nervously with butterfli
