Who: Meg and Sammy What: Talking. Stuff. When: After Play Practice this afternoon Where: Theatre... then...? Rating: TBD
Meg couldn't stop thinking about the dream she'd had the night before about him. It was crazy. Normally she didn't dream about people she knew--well, sometimes she'd dream about celebrities, but she didn't really know them. So Sam appearing in her dream was really weird.
And it didn't help that they had an early practice for the play today. At least it was over at four, and now Meg was cleaning up and getting ready to go. She'd been sort of avoiding him since the dream made her think funny things, but now it seemed they were the last two in the theatre after everyone else had left.
She glanced over and caught his eye, going a little pink, then turned her eyes back down to her bag.