She let go of the end of the colorful scarf and she stopped right in front of Aiden, who she thought was just another face in her dream.
He looked uncomfortable, pressed with his back against the wall like it was, and it was a sharp contrast to the man with the scarf and the rose. He was a strange person for her to dream of, really. He looked serious and somber, and she canted her head to the side and held a hand out to him.