they could stand together , close like they were , and she could feel the first thrill of love blossoming , the fierce physical pull between them , but even here , the real world crept in . with the other dreams , nobody said that . she 'd spent the last hour thinking about what to say to them-if they were interested in listening to her . she laughs , finally shoving the napkin to the side and looking at me again and not in a way that she has to look at me because we 're sitting here , chatting . 