Who are you?

He helped her up and said, "My name is Emir, and what's yours?" He asked with a smile. "I am Ember," she said, breaking eye contact. They both looked in different directions to avoid the awkwardness.

"Are you all right?" he asked her. "Ahem! I am all right."

"Let's sit and talk," he suggested. She agreed and, while sitting, asked, "Where am I?" "Actually, you are in my house right now."

"Why did you bring me here?" Ember inquired. "You were sleeping on the garden bench, so I tried to help you out."

"What garden bench are you talking about?" "The bench in my garden. You were sleeping there. I saw you when I went out for a jog."

"How is that possible? I was sleeping in my bedroom. How did I end up here?" she muttered, though it was audible enough for him to hear.

"Did you think someone brought you here?" he asked curiously, but she didn't reply. She looked at him and admitted, "Yeah, I got it. I'm just feeling lonely. My mind is playing tricks on me. You're just a dream. You'll disappear when I wake up."

"What are you saying? Isn't it obvious that I am real because I am right in front of you?" he said, "Wake up, Ember. You're dreaming. Just wake up!", ember just making herself realize that it's a dream.