"Buffy." Finnick reached out to shake the offered hand. "Thanks for coming by. I know it's a strange request and I appreciate that you're willing to humor me."
The table he'd chosen was back in the back of the cafe, set in a corner between a wall and a large fake plant. The choice was intentional; quiet, with enough chairs and a clear view of the door. "I should probably start by telling you that I'm not the only one having these dreams. Someone close to me is going through them too."
He didn't want to name Annie in particular, but it wouldn't be hard to guess given their responses to the previous evening's Valarnet post. Finnick shrugged that off; if these two cared enough to go looking, they could know.