“I wouldn’t say that…” Poppy started, mulling over everything Mercy had told her. “Maybe he’s your soulmate, or something like that. And before you go scoffing at that idea, I’ll have you know that part of my reasoning for coming to New York initially was because I had a really intense dream about being in bed, just napping, with a guy, and he’s haunted my thoughts ever since.” She had never told that to anyone, because she doubted they would believe her.
“I know he’s around here somewhere, because I can feel in my heart that he is, but I haven’t found him yet.” Shrugging as she smiled at Mercy, she took a sip of her drink before continuing. “Anyway, that’s just my thoughts on it, and if you’re losing your mind then I must be too, since I went across the country to find my dream man.”