She gave him a mock pout, just for the sake of being contrary. “Fine, no fish,” she sighed but leaned in close, still with the appropriate co-worker distance between them, as he scrolled through a site and read it aloud. Her smiled faded slightly at points: dancing, dolphins, marriage. These were exactly how it was in dream, right? She had kept her wits about her mostly because she was sure this was all tied back to Paul. Him with his Poseidon reflection made sense. She hadn’t been really expecting to find anything for her, so seeing this made her let out a soft exhale and pull back, relaxing against the side of his desk.
“Huh.” That was her oh so intelligent response to this. “So... your dream. About you and me and your dolphin wingman. That’s um...” she trailed off and gestured feebly to the screen where the words were staring back at them. “So what...” What did all that mean?