I had a dream. I was on vacation with my family—parents, sister, the usual chaos. It was our last day, and I snuck out alone for a quick stop at the pharmacy. I picked up lube, condoms, PrEP... classy essentials, right? As I browsed, I caught the guy at the counter glancing my way more than once. He was cute—like, dangerously cute—with this charming accent that made everything sound like low-key flirting. When I finally went up to pay, he looked at my items, smiled, and said, “Not to be forward, but... would you like to grab a coffee sometime?” I blinked. Did he just ask me out? Me? He had no idea I was flying out soon. And for a second, I considered saying yes—just for the story. But then I woke up.