She was smart enough to know that she didn't know this guy. And she was smart enough to know the date with Julian had already happened, and that was why she was re-living it. She also knew Faith shouldn't just be showing up to things.
That made this a dream, and him... well, really ruttin' bad. Harth-level bad.
She sighed. "You're gonna make me do this the hard way, aren't you?" Mel asked, taking a few steps toward Saerian.
She imagined the scythe, and suddenly it was there. Resting in her right hand.
"If I wanna eat a damn doughnut and kiss a guy while I'm sleeping, I really don't see how that's any of your fucking business."