The calm before the storm was reaching its final days

All his life, Finn never thought that there was anything that bothered him on a certain level. How could he be bothered when he knew what was coming for him and what to avoid? But right this second, a wish rose in his heart. 

Let this person… this person who was crawling his way into Cassandra's life be someone else. 

Finn stared at the glass of drink in his hand, repeating that sentiment like a morning mantra. After all, he had learned from Zoren that it was better to hope for something than nothing at all. He had learned from Zoren that the law of attraction had always been real. 

It might be a little late, but he hoped it would work. 

"Hehe." Cassandra giggled, her cheeks blushing as she stood in front of a dashing man in a casual sweater, trousers, and a pair of old moccasins. His hair was let down, its tips brushing against his thin-rimmed eyeglasses, which gave him a kind look.