Prompt: You're a dream to me.
"You're a dream to me," he whispered, learning in and brushing fingers lightly along her cheek. "I've searched for you - for this - for so long..."
"You say the most charming things."
"Will you meet me again? Tomorrow?"
She smiled. "Of course."
Quentin smiled in return. "Then I will count the minutes until I see your face again."
