First I heard of it. [It sounds idiotic to her.] I bet I'm only dreaming that you're saying that, and you're nothing but some guy my brain thought up because I had one too many or too much curry last night. [A pause, another teasing smile.] Usually my brain makes up better guys. Look at you. You're still wearing your shirt.

[She's fast in life and even faster in her dream. She appears at his side, changing the scene to--another bar, unsurprisingly, but this one louder, closer and more crowded--to close the distance between them in an instant. There's a drink in her hand, and she offers it to him. Whiskey: straight.] Maybe not always, but I usually get what I want. I'm lucky that way.

So, what's your name?