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"That woman's shirt," he said. "I had a dream that looked exactly like that last night. I had a crazy dream, and then her shirt was just like it."
"Oh, I heard you talking about your dream earlier." Cindy let out a relieved laugh. "Those women thought you were staring at her you-know-whats."
"I know," he said, looking ashamed. "I figured that out after the other woman shoved past me."
"It was a little weird looking with you standing there staring at her chest like your eyeballs were about to pop out of your head. Especially holding that screwdriver."
Isaac laughed at the thought. He was out-of-it, but he could still appreciate the humor in the situation. He knew he had most likely looked like the creep of the century in that scene, and in the moment, there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't know either of those women. They were both young and beautiful, but their faces had been a blur compared to the shirt.
What was it with the horses? Was God trying to tell him something?"I wonder if I should invest in a ranch," he said thoughtfully.
"A ranch?" Cindy said, her tone reflecting her confusion. "Like aduderanch?"
"A horse ranch," he said. "I really don't know. I'm looking at some property, and I don't know. I had this really vivid dream that was exactly that girl's shirt. That was weird seeing it on a shirt. It makes me think there's more to it, you know? Like maybe God wants me to do something with horses."
"With horses?" Cindy said, still sounding perplexed.
"I don't know," Isaac said. "The dream was just so strong."
Isaac was always joking around, and Cindy didn't know what to think about his behavior right then. She laughed, assuming he was joking.
"Don't you think that's weird, though?" he asked. "The dream and then the shirt?"
"I heard Rita tell Vicki Clark that dreams mean nothing. You know Vicki was having those nightmares and she had bad anxiety about it, thinking they were going to come true, and Rita told her multiple times that dreams mean nothing. And the shirt—lots of people have shirts like that. I've seen shirts like that all the time. I don't think it means you need to open a dude ranch. You wouldn’t even know how to be a cowboy, Isaac."
"You're right," he said, laughing even though he wasn't convinced. The whole thing hit him harder than that. The dream and the feelings it stirred had been strong, and the shirt… it had unexplainably brought him back to his dream in a way that had him feeling transported. Isaac felt like there was more to it than just coincidence.
Chapter 2
Ariel "Ari" Moreno
Willow drug me along, pulling me vigorously out of the restaurant. She was my friend, Sabrina's, roommate.
"Sabrina would kill me if we walked down the block and you got murdered by some creepazoid with a screwdriver on your second day in Seattle."
"He wasn'twith a screwdriver," I said, smiling at her. "He wasn't holding it like a weapon. He fixed a door with it. I watched him."
"Don't take up for him," she said.
I looked through the restaurant windows before we rounded the corner. I didn't see the waiter when I glanced inside, but I didn't look for very long. Willow tugged at my arm again when she saw me hesitate, and we kept walking. That had been an odd experience.
"That guy was a total creep with the way he was staring at you," she said in a frustrated tone. "He might as well have been drooling."
"Yeah, exactly," I agreed. "Which is why I think something was wrong. Men don't walk around gawking shamelessly like that."
"Do you think he… had something wrong with him? Like his brain?"
"No, I'm just saying… it didn't seem like he was… looking at my chest."
Willow laughed. "Oh, yes he was," she insisted. "He was clearly checking you out. That shirt looks good on you, but it is a little tight around the chest. It does bring the eyes to that area."
"What?" I said, laughing at her. It was a size large—not too tight at all. I had a little room in it, honestly.
"Willow, I've worn shirts or dresses that are way tighter than this in public, and no one has ever just walked up and stared at me like that."
"What a whack job," she said, glancing back on the sidewalk to make sure we weren't being followed. "I guess I'm never going back to that place again."
I turned and looked behind us.
