The ride home and dinner were completely uneventful, but I could not get that guy out of my head. He was too perfect with those gray eyes and black hair. Raven, for his hair, I said to myself, That's what I'll call him. Now that I had a name for him, I felt better. Oh well, I sighed, I'll never see him again.

With that I turned onto my side to go to sleep, after all I did promise my love I'd get plenty of rest.

I open my eyes from this perplexing dream I was having. I dreamt that I met this gorgeous guy in a black tux. His skin is palest white but has the blackest hair and those entrancing steel gray eyes… I realize it really happened as I rub the sleep from my eyes.

Hey!, I thought, This is not my room, where am I? "Hello is anyone there?" I ask into the relative darkness. No response, Great! Someone has left me here in the dark. And how the hell did I get here?!" I thought this as I managed to find the edge of the bed. It is HUGE!

My eyes have adjusted at this point and I find I'm in a large rectangle room with floor to ceiling speakers, shelves and shelves of CD's and records, with the bed in the center. The bed is made of mahogany covered with the deepest red sheets and matching comforter, which I was currently under. The sheets were silk and super comfortable. My guess is that it's a feather bed.

As I move from the edge I realize I'm still in the tank and shorts I was in when I went to bed, so I deduce that I was moved in my sleep. It's plausible because my sleep is like that of the dead. It would take an atom bomb to wake me up.

I put my feet on the floor to be surprised by the plushest carpet. I tiptoe over to find a light switch and a door. Before I can do that the door swings open and the lights are flipped on. I stumble and expect to hit the floor but that never happens. I slowly blink my eyes open to find I'm being held just above the floor. My rescuer puts me back on my feet and I move my vision from his feet to his face.

It takes me a moment to realize that it is HIM! He is standing right in front of me.

"What am I doing here?" I ask.

"I'm not sure. I heard a disturbance and came to figure out what it was to find my bed undone and you sneaking around." He answered with a scowl.

"I was not sneaking around! I don't even know how I got here. I assumed someone moved me, presumably you!"

"Well, I did not move you, Caelwyn Tsarn." He stated flatly.

"Answer me this, How do you know my name?"

He smiles again, "Everyone knows your name."

I just stare at him as he chuckles at me, "If you're here I might as well feed you breakfast, you hungry?" He asks looking at me intensely again.

I lose every brain cell in my head. It takes me a minute to respond but I finally nod and say, "Yes, I am."

We exit the room for me to realize we are on the second floor. The second floor circles the first floor so one can see the main doorway and area from upstairs. It doesn't seem to be carpet anywhere, everything outside that room is hardwood flooring. We go down this beautiful staircase, also wood, the most intricate detailing on the banister. I was thoroughly amazed. We make it to his kitchen finally. I stopped in the doorway and just stared, jaw probably hit the floor.

"What do you….What's wrong?" He asked being cut off by me stopping.

"It's huge and… and PERFECT!" See I was a baker and I loved to do so. He had the perfect oven and refrigerator space and countertops…lots of countertops.

"Well, thank you, I guess. What would you like for breakfast?"

I recomposed myself, but still felt unable to think, I said, "I'll have whatever you're having."

It was his turn to stare in wonder, he recomposed much quicker though and barked out a laugh, "I don't think you want 'whatever I'm having'." Because of that bark of a laugh, the dog came bounding around the corner.

He bowled me over, BOOM was all you could heard as I hit the floor.

"Hey you, you could have greeted me without knocking me over, you know that?" One hand was scratching his ears the other was making sure I wasn't going to get a concussion from the fall.

He just responds with, lick lick wag tail lick lick, until… "Hey what's your name? You and the dog."

"The dog's name is Charlie, he's exuberant as you can tell."

Managing to sit up I continue petting Charlie's head, scratching his ears, "And your name?"

"My name is not important." As he folds his arms over his chest, "Call me whatever you like Tsarn."

"I think I'll call you Raven then. Why do you call me zzarrn?"

"Hmm, Raven… That's interesting. I think I like it. Tsarn, that is your name, is it not?"

"Nope, that is not my name. I was born Caelwyn Osa." I stare at him a couple moments more trying to figure out what to ask next. I was quickly becoming catatonic dealing with all the questions and observations flying around my head. Charlie wakes me up by giving me one more sound messy lick to the face before bounding away. I shake my head at him, "I wish I had a dog like that. He's perfect."

"You might want to be careful with what you say around him. He gets ideas …and an ego." He adds under his breath as he stares after the dog.

I stand up. I'm curious now, not hungry anymore so I start easy, "What time is it?"

"I would say about 11 in the morning."

"What?! 11am already! I should be back at the shop. The others are going to kill me."

"I don't think you're going to have to worry about them." He says coolly. He begins to walk toward me with a look on his face that forces me to back up. I hit a wall and slightly begin to panic.

"What are you talking about?" I ask as calm as possible.

"You will find out, won't you?" He begins to block my vision and as I scream everything goes black.

I flail into consciousness. I've been shaken awake by my roommates.

"What happened?" they ask in unison.

Breathlessly I try to explain where I've been all the while confused on two accounts, 1. I'm alive, 2. I'm home. "I was at his house. It was beautiful and could have fit multiple families in it at once. I woke up in his bed and he thought I was sneaking around. It was strange, very strange." I pause, they keep staring at me so I continue, "He offered me breakfast, but I was toppled over by his dog, Charlie. He refused to tell me his name so I now call him Raven. But anyways, I asked the time and he told me 11am and I panicked because I should have opened the shop already. Then, he came towards me saying I wouldn't have to worry about it being late to the shop, and it all went black."

"Well, it's two in the morning here and as exciting as this all sounds I want to go back to bed." Karla tells me. She stalks off.

"I think sleep is a good idea too, you can use this story to pass the hours in the shop tomorrow, or later today as it seems." She said smiling.

I really didn't want to go back to sleep, I was too excited, too much adrenaline. "Alright, you go back to sleep. I'll be okay." I say smiling.

"See you later, try not to wake us up again."

"Goodnight!"

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mmmkay Longest chapter yet. Sorry about the slow update. It's the week before finals, EVERYTHING is chaotic. Hopefully it's not in terrible grammatical shape, this chapter. I am still looking for a beta. hint hint One with a super inner grammar/plot nazi :) Anyways. enjoy your weekend. It'll probably be next week before i update again. sorry.