The rest of the dream is a combination of charcoal smudged hands and short gasps. It's...enjoyable to say the least.

When Cesare wakes up that morning, though, he thinks little of it. He is not a stranger to sex dreams and one about Nancy does not seem out of place. He does, though, feel fairly compelled to meet up with her. He picks up his phone and sends her a casual text.

Lunch?