The day passed slower than Isabelle expected. Every hour felt stretched with anticipation. She tried to focus on her usual routine—answering emails, organizing her workspace, making coffee—but her thoughts kept drifting back to one thing. Tonight. Tonight she would finally meet Daniel. Not in a dream. Not in the glowing city by the river. But in the real world. She looked at the clock again and sighed. “Still three hours,” she murmured. Across the city, Daniel wasn’t having an easier time either. He paced around his apartment, checking his phone every few minutes even though there were no new messages. He had imagined this moment many times. But somehow the real thing felt far more nerve-racking. Meeting someone in a dream was easy. Meeting them face to face was different.

