Last night I had the same dream over and over—always the same thing, but in a different location every time. I kept dreaming that I was asking you out, but every time before you answered, I woke up, and I'm dying to know what your answer was.
Boy: (Mimicking the sound of an ambulance) Girl: Why are you doing that? Boy: It's the ambulance. The paramedics are coming to pick me up after I saw you, my heart just stopped.