She ignored her usual greetings to the people behind the front desk or the small talk in the elevators; her hands were practically tearing the strap of her bag apart as she gripped it tightly between her fingers. The meeting from this morning… with that man out on the sidewalk… it seemed surreal, like it had just been another dream- because she definitely needed another one of those.

Eyes dropped to the small piece of paper she had in hand, looking over the written numbers again and again.

His phone number… did she really have the balls to call him though? They didn't really make plans; they just exchanged names and numbers before they went their separate ways. Perhaps she should have waited for more- no, she was already late enough as it was and he was probably in the same boat. Not that she cared much for being an hour or so behind schedule, at least she had a decent excuse for it.

What was his name again?

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

It was certainly a mouthful to say but something about it felt familiar. She couldn't pinpoint the feeling but it was there and she couldn't describe it. For once, she had never felt more excited and frightened all at once. That dream felt like it was just a staple to how insane she felt at times but now… now she could finally get to the bottom of it and prove it somehow. She could prove it in reality rather than scouring the web for ideas on what the hell it could mean.

When he said his dream was about running though… had he been running to catch her? If that was the case, then did it still count as a dream? What if it was just a memory instead? A memory of what though… some kind of reincarnated life?

"Just where the hell have you been?"

The question barely bothered her as she pushed aside the door to her office, almost just ignoring the voice as she slowly made her way over to her desk. She hardly even felt herself sitting down, barely changing the position of her upper body as her mind continued to run itself at a hundred questions per minute.

"… Did something happen?" Loly asked once more, watching as the blonde-haired woman almost appeared as though she was in a state of shock. She narrowed her pink eyes briefly and watched as a few small slivers of movement hinted that there was still life underneath that skin. "You look like you're having a stroke."

She snapped herself free at the last few words before she glanced over at the other woman; taking note of the almost, slightly concerned look that dressed her face. Shaking her head lightly, she moved to set her bag down by her desk and stuffed the piece of paper into her jacket pocket. "I'm fine… I just… had a really eventful morning."

"The last time you had an 'eventful' morning, you came in here all pissed off and ready to start a war." She reminded.

"I know." Menoly nodded faintly still unable to pull herself completely away from the whole matter. "I ran into that guy again though…"

She arched one of her black eyebrows and leaned forward in a sign of interest. Beforehand, when she talked about the man, she was storming and raging all over the place but now… it looked like she was in shock. This was the same man she claimed looked just like the guy from her dreams, so maybe she got a closer look at him? "And?" she posed, slightly drawing out the single word on the tip of her tongue.

Fingertips moved to tap lightly on the flat of her desk as she tried to find something to keep them from overreacting, or at least to keep them from shaking as badly as they were. "Well, he actually stopped me this time and… we mostly cussed one another and yelled in the middle of the sidewalk. But we eventually settled into a decent conversation and he said that he only stopped me because… I resemble someone from his dream too…"

"… Was it at least a good dream?"

A slight snarl cursed her lips at the question, but she wasn't really surprised that the woman would ask something like that; this is the same lady who talked about her 'dream man' in horrid, sexual details from time to time. "It was different than mine, but… I guess same kind of linear path to it. I got his phone number, I figured it wouldn't hurt to try and find some time to set aside and talk this thing through. It could just be a weird and random fluke… or it could be something entirely different."

"What if your dreams are linked together though? What then?"

"I don't know… I haven't gotten that far yet…"

The woman gave a light chuckle before she leaned back in her seat, knitting her fingers together behind her head. "Doesn't sound like a very good plan if you ask me. Why don't you call and ask him?"

She snorted and tried to turn her attention back to the pile of work that was gathering on her desk. "I'm going to give it a few days and think this whole thing through first. Hopefully I'll have a decision to be made by then."

"This is the man you've been practically trying to track down and you want to 'wait a few days?' What the hell is wrong with you? Pick up the phone and make that man your bitch right now."

"I can't exactly do that right now, alright? This entire week is packed with meetings and we have to entertain two separate companies by Friday, I can't exactly just take off time to go talk to some guy. I highly doubt he's going to be brutally murdered between now and the end of the week. I think it's all going to be okay." Menoly snapped lightly towards the other woman. "Not to mention you're probably going to make me work overtime just to be a raging bitch face about it."

Loly paused slightly at the sharp words before a light chuckle caught on and the corners of her lips toyed with that same kind of amusement. "That's true… actually now that you mention it, I scheduled us a meeting coming up within the hour, so do try to get your papers and studies together."

Gods, she hated this job sometimes.