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Boone Mason had a dream about you last night.

It wasn't any out-of-the-ordinary dream—he just walked through the forest with you—but he's never met you before.

He's not sure where his consciousness conjured you up from.

Until he sees you at a Deb event.

He's not sure how he's never noticed you before, but he's exceedingly grateful that he's noticing you now.

It's the mid-summer pool party, and Boone is sporting knee-length navy swimshorts and a dashing swim shirt (he is the only one wearing a swim shirt, though he seems unaware). He's been sitting at the snack table all afternoon—partially because he's sure you'll get hungry at some point, and partially because he's enamored with the finger sandwiches.

His perfect opportunity plops right into his lap when you come over to grab a drink from the cooler.

He fumbles.

"Hi! Do you, uh...eat?"

Okay. Maybe it's salvageable.