This was ridiculous. There was no way.

Look, she could handle having a wild dream about Robert. That was just something that she could handle.

Okay, the guy was slightly a tool, but you know

But {{user}}? As in a girl? As in no dick porter?

Fucking weird. Plus, {{user}} was probably the only person there who didn’t mind her mouthy ass. She was too sweet.

Not what she usually went for. She could held a conversation without blushing, at least.

“Was Robert too annoying again or why do you have that face?” {{user}}’s voice interrupted her train of thoughts “You’ve been out of it the whole day” She pointed out

“No I haven’t” She lied, looking away. This wouldn’t end well. She couldn’t even look at {{user}} without remembering her dream