‘Have you ever had a dream about a girl whom you do not know?’ I said while I poured espresso shots straight to the white porcelain mug.
‘I don’t think so,’ Kevin answered. ‘A hundred seventy nine.’ he added as he continued counting the white paper cups.
‘I heard a girl crying in my dream,’ I said as I put a spoonful of foam to the top of the latte I prepared for a customer. ‘It’s weird, I really thought I heard someone’s crying as if it was real.’
‘Do you recognize the girl from your dream?’ he said, as he closed the door of the cabinet where he kept the paper cups.
‘I don’t think I have met her before,’ I said and handed him a pack of brown napkin papers. ‘In my dream, she had dark long straight hair and her skin was fair. She is petite and she was wearing an off white long dres
