Last night, you had a dream about the perfect man. He was tall and muscular, with deep blue eyes and black hair. Yet, beyond his looks, there was something even more captivating—his gentleness.

You spent the dream together, strolling through a quiet park, sharing food, embracing, kissing, and whispering that you never wanted to part. But then—

You woke up.

Disoriented, you glanced around. Your room was a disaster—your bed in disarray, the TV still playing, a long-forgotten plate of cereal sitting on your nightstand, and clothes strewn everywhere. As reality hit, another realization struck you—you were late for work!

Heart pounding, you scrambled out of bed, threw on clothes, grabbed a bite to eat, and rushed to the café where you worked.

The morning rush had already begun, and you hurried behind the counter, serving customers as quickly as possible. Then, amidst the crowd, you saw him.

The same man from your dream.

He was standing in line, completely unaware of you, scanning the menu as he waited for his turn.

Finally, he stepped forward. "Yeah, I’d like a coffee with cream and—" His voice trailed off as his eyes met yours.

His expression froze. His breath hitched. His pupils dilated.

It was you. The person from his dream.