John nods, still in disbelief. He had known this girl as a kid, but now she's sitting here in front of him, telling him she own a freaking Ferrari. It's like he's standing in some alternate reality.
The girl just laughs and shakes her head, clearly enjoying his shocked reaction. "It's a long story," she says, her tone cryptic. "Maybe I'll tell you someday. But for now, let's just say that life has a way of taking us to unexpected places, wouldn't you agree?"
"Wait, seriously?" John says, still struggling to process it. "A Ferrari? How did you even get into the position to be able to afford something like that?"
John is stunned. He can't wrap his mind around the fact that this girl he used to play with in kindergarten now owns a freaking Ferrari.
The girl shrugs nonchalantly, as if it's no big deal. "Let's just say I've done well for myself. Enough to enjoy a few luxuries here and there."
John can't believe his ears. "A red Ferrari, with a black interior? How... how did you manage to afford that?"
The girl giggles, clearly amused by his reaction. "Yep, a Ferrari. Red, with a black interior."
John's jaw nearly drops to the floor. "You own a Ferrari?" he repeats, his voice laced with disbelief.
but i own a Ferrari says the girl
John lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. "Oh, thank God. I thought I was going crazy for a minute there."
The Girl says no.
John's eyes widen in surprise as he hears her words. "Wait, you own a Lamborghini?"
The girl just shakes her head, still looking bewildered. "Wow, that's... a lot to take in. I can assure you, I was nowhere near your apartment last night. And I definitely don't own a Lamborghini."
John nods, feeling a little sheepish. "Yeah, I know it's crazy. I couldn't get the image out of my head, and when I saw you just now, it all came flooding back."
The girl's expression changes to confusion and surprise. "What? You saw someone in a Lamborghini outside your place? And you thought it was me?"
John hesitates for a moment before elaborating. "Last night, I saw someone sitting in a Lamborghini outside my apartment. It looked like a girl, but I couldn't see her face clearly. It just... looked like you."
The girl raises an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean, was it me? What happened?"
John says but yesterday was it you?
The girl gives a small laugh, her eyes sparkling in amusement. "Seriously though, don't worry about me. I can take care of myself, and I'm definitely not some helpless little girl in distress."
The girl's expression softens, her smile turning a little more serious. "That's weirdly sweet, actually. Though I hope I don't come off as a fragile little damsel in distress in these dreams."
John rubs the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed. "Yeah, I've been having these nightmares where you were in danger and I was trying to protect you. I didn't know why I was dreaming about you until now."
The girl nods, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yep, it's a small world. But wait, you were having dreams about me?"
John is still reeling from this revelation. "I don't believe it. I've been having these weird dreams about you, and then I see you at the 7-11 and now you're telling me we were childhood friends?"
The girl chuckles lightly, her smile growing more amused as she sees John's flabbergasted expression. "Yep, that was me. Surprised you remembered."
"Wait, you mean... that was you?" he asks, struggling to wrap his mind around the situation. "You were the girl I used to play with? The one I..."
John's heart skips a beat as he hears her words. The memories of kindergarten come flooding back, and he suddenly remembers her - the girl he used to play with, the one he always felt protective of.
The girl nods again, her smile widening. "Of course I remember you. You were always looking out for me, remember?"
John's mind reels as he processes this information. "You remember me? From kindergarten?" he repeats, his voice laced with disbelief.
The girl nods slightly, a small smile appearing on her lips. "Yeah, I remember you. We went to kindergarten together."
John is thrown off-balance by the girl's response. "Wait, you recognize me?" he asks, his voice betraying his surprise.
"Can I help you?" she asks, her voice a little guarded but not unfriendly.
The girl looks at John with a mixture of confusion and surprise, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studies his face.
John gathers up his courage and walks up to the bench where the girl is sitting. He clears his throat to get her attention, and she looks up from her phone with a slight start.
After a moment of hesitation, he steels himself and approaches the bench where the girl is sitting. He tries to walk casually, but his heart is beating wildly in his chest.
The girl doesn't notice him, her eyes glued to her phone screen. John stands there for a moment, torn between his curiosity and his desire to avoid looking like a stalker.
John's eyes widen in surprise as he suddenly spots the girl he had been thinking about, sitting on a bench outside the 7-11. His heart skips a beat and he stops in his tracks, staring at her in disbelief.
John stops walking and looks up at the building, torn between his curiosity and his better judgment. He considers going inside to see if she's there, but he doesn't want to seem like a creeper.
After a moment of indecision, he reluctantly turns away and continues walking down the street.
As he walks, John finds himself passing by the 7-11 where he had seen the girl. He hesitates for a moment, his heart suddenly beating faster in his chest.
He starts walking aimlessly, his mind still preoccupied with the strange dreams. But as he walks, his thoughts keep drifting back to the girl he saw outside the 7-11 the previous night.
John exits the apartment and heads outside. The fresh air feels invigorating, and he takes a deep breath in an attempt to clear his mind.
John waves a hand in acknowledgment, already halfway out the door.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be back later."
"Just be careful out there, man," Alex calls after him. "Don't do anything stupid."
John sets down his coffee mug and stands up from the couch.
"I think I need some fresh air," he says, walking towards the door.
Alex nods, understanding that John needs some space.
"Alright, man. I'll be here if you need to talk or anything."
John shakes his head, feeling frustrated.
"That's the thing - I just can't put my finger on it. It's like there's something I'm forgetting, something important that's just out of reach."
Alex listens quietly, his expression turning more serious.
"That's rough, man. Do you think there's a deeper reason behind these nightmares? Like, why her specifically?"
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John takes another sip of coffee, staring into the cup.
"There was this girl I used to play with," he continues. "And for some reason, I keep having nightmares about her being in danger."
John hesitates for a moment, unsure if he wants to talk about the nightmares. But then he relents.
"It was just... memories, really. Memories from kindergarten."
The two roommates sit in silence for a moment, drinking their coffee. Alex glances over at John, who still seems preoccupied by something.
"So, those dreams you had. Mind telling me about them?"
John takes a grateful sip of the hot coffee, feeling the warmth spread through his body.
"Thanks, man," he says, his voice a bit less groggy than before.
Alex sets up the coffee maker and soon enough, the scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the apartment.
He comes back to the living room and hands a mug of coffee to John. "Here you go, man."
Alex gets up from the couch and heads towards the kitchen.
"I'll make us some coffee. Maybe a hot drink will help clear your head."
Alex gives him a sympathetic look.
"That sucks. You need coffee or something?"
The end. Chapter coming soon