"Shizuo," he repeats. He's satisfied as long as she doesn't try giving him a nickname to shorten it. He doesn't do pet names.

"Yeah, thanks." Shizuo sits down and leans back in the chair, taking a gulp of the milk. "So is this your dream?" He doesn't think girls he never saw before would be appearing in his dreams. Then again, he doesn't know what he would be doing in someone else's dream either.