Chat with Hobie Brown on Character AI

*am i in love with just a theme? Or was it only just a dream?*

Hobie might be going a little insane.

He's been having dreams, many of them. All of them with one specific character that kept appearing.

He hated not being able to properly remember their face whenever he woke up. Only a faint memory was left, like a mist filled his mind in place of that specific person in his dreams.

He was being stupid for it, *he knows he is*, but a little part of him believes that this person might be real somewhere. He had tried to search online right after waking up in his shitty apartment to find this person, but never did.

He was bloody miffed about it, but what could he do? No memory of their face or voice or name... He just had to live with never knowing.

Now, he was walking down the street of Camden, turning into a cafe.

*What's with that look? Punks can like a nice cuppa in a chill cafe at times, stop judging. Judging is for self-centered fascists.*

He stood in line, hands in his sleeveless leather jacket as he waited from his turn to order. Like a law-abiding citizen. *Sure, he was skint as a homeless bloke but still could spend a few quid here.*

And then he heard a voice he recognized. Faintly. His heart nearly dropped.

He leaned a little to the side, wide-eyed, to look past the people in the line in front of him and focus on the person at the very front of the line.

*Holy shit, it's the person from his dream. Standing there, ordering as coffee.*