Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

PEYDRAN

Ren: Meet me for dinner? J's Ale House? 7:30?

Ren was married. Okay, okay. This had to be a business meeting for Produced by Pedran. Maybe he had a big concert, or something he wanted— a new stream site? At least. . . When I was in the hospital, Ryst had told me I should ask Ren out. So I reconned him and found out he was happily married and decided I'd never recon him again. What was going on? Focus, Pey'o. Focus. New recon.

New recon: Divorce certificate. Six months ago! Holy stars in the sky! I cussed like Ryst. Stars. Stars! DID REN CRIEVE JUST ASK ME ON A DATE? Why hadn't I said "yes" already? That was only 4 hours away, and it was 45 minutes to Media Oasis where J's was. Wait, how did he know J's? He never went there in University with the rest of us.

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Oh, sands! He must've seen all the pics on my stream. Ryst and I went there all the time with friends or staff before we moved to Centre. Every time she was sick of being cloistered in the monastery, we'd gorge on salad at J's. We ate so much stupid salad that they put one on the menu with dairy-free peppercorn dressing.

Sweet. That was so sweet. He probably saw Living Foods and looked for a place to meet— no, no, I couldn't read too much into that. Maybe he just remembered it from Uni. What was I doing? Why was I still thinking about it? Why hadn't I typed those three letters: "Yes?" Was this a date? Was it a business meeting? And I decided.

Produced by Pedran had another client to woo: Ren Crieve, you get ready. If this is a business meeting, you've got 100% of my focus, and I'm going to turn this into our first date.

Ren: Meet me for dinner? J's Ale House? 7:30?

Peydran: See you soon, Ren.