“Did somebody try to kill you?” Liam asked, realizing it wasn’t a dream, but I was sharing a story of what happened.
Nina chuckled, picking up her cup to sip coffee. “It’s a dream, Liam. A dream.” She pointed out.
He shook his head, his eyes not leaving mine. “I remember that dress. I dreamt about it.” His eyes squinted, trying to remember his dream. “We met in the car park, you... you were in a black evening dress,” he shared as his eyebrows knitted.
I sipped coffee but did not leave my eyes on him. When I put my cup down, I sighed. “Then, it’s your dream, Liam,” I said, not sure if it was right to tell him about my memory.
“Still, it’s weird,” Nina said, shaking her head. “I mean, having dreams at night,” she explained as she leaned her back on the backrest of the chair.
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