"Of course there isn't anything special about how we met a second time. We met in a coffee shop. He was the barista there, struggling to make ends meet like any other person. He remembered me from the year before and we had lunch. The rest is history."
Lexine was listening attentively. "You know, you're not really good at telling stories mom."
"Well, excuse me for trying to tell you how I met your father."
Lexine returned the harmonica she was holding back onto the coffee table, "Not that I am not interested, but why are you telling me this now?"
Adrianna took another sip of her hot chocolate, and it was a few moments before she replied. "I have been having dreams, of the first time that we met." She played with the rim of the cup using her right index finger as she thought, "I think it might be because I have been thinking of him so much in the past two days. This might be the reason that he is also plaguing my dreams."