Cassandra said no to his offer quite quickly and it was quick enough that he looked at her twice.
“That kind of dream, huh?”
He had a grin on his face and again, Cassandra worried that he could somehow read her mind. What he would think of her, if he could?
“I don't know what you mean by that kind of dream. It was just a weird dream. Don't you ever have those?”
“People I know take dreams a bit more seriously. They would probably believe that you were having them for a reason. Everything has a reason, if you look for it.”
“I hope that’s not true. Do you think that's what dreams are, the future?”
He shrugged. “I don't know, I guess it depends on the dream. If it's a good one, I would probably want it to happen. I would be more apt to try and make it so.”
“And if it's a good one, but it shouldn't be?”
“I can't say that I follow.”
Cassandra pressed her lips together and just smiled to herself before she took another drink of the tea. She felt like she had said enough, probably too much. Cassandra finished her tea and practically ran away from him. It was like she couldn't get away from him, no matter how hard she tried.
She went back to lay down, knowing that she wasn't going to fall asleep. She was going to stay up all night, with the dream and Antoine on her mind. It was much of the same thoughts and that was probably worse still.
***
The next day she got up a little late, and he was already dressed and looking like he was ready to go somewhere. She asked him if he was going somewhere and he agreed that he was.
“I have to take care of some things with Nathan today. I shouldn’t be long.”
“Does that mean that maybe soon I will be able to go home?”
“Are you that quick to want to leave me?”
Cassandra didn't know if he was being for real or not. It had nothing to do with that, she just wanted her clothing and her normal things. Without them, it didn't feel right.
“Really, I just don't want to keep wearing the same thing.”
Antoine chuckled. “We're back to the clothes again, are we?”
She kind of gave him a dirty look and that just made him smile even more. Cassandra did not like how much amusement he was getting out of all of it. Couldn't he see that she was bothered by so much more than clothes?
“Look, since you already know where my bedroom is, why don't you just wear something of mine?”
“Because you're about twice my size for one.”
“Yeah, it's not perfect. I will get you something while I'm out if you want.”
“Can I come with you?”
“No. Not with what I'm going to be doing today. I don’t want you in danger again, Cassandra.”
Again, it was an answer without a real answer. He seemed to do that a lot and she was getting used to it. Instead of pressing the matter, Cassandra knew that she wasn't going to get any more information than she was getting right then.
“I guess I will figure something out.”
He didn't seem to care one way or another. Cassandra tried to tell herself that it didn't matter what she wore. It was just something to cover her up while she was washing her things. She’d seen a washing machine during her tour. She would only have to wear his clothes for an hour or two. It wasn't like he'd be there, anyway.
***
“See, they look good on you.”
