Andrew couldn't be sure but he could sense an odd feeling of a chill in the air.  He could sense that she was feeling upset and troubled by something, but she soon changed the subject of the conversation.  The two finished their tour of the museum as the doors were closing for the evening.  He thanked her for a fun romantic night, but she seemed...off.  She wasn't as talkative as she usually was, and gave a curt goodbye before getting in the minicab and driving off.  Andrew couldn't understand why she felt that way...But he could sense that he has angered her somehow...a moment he had long dreaded.  He always second-guessed himself in relationships, And this was the moment he had long dreaded.  He caught a cab home and slowly, sullenly undid his suit and put on his "Bullet Club" T-shirt and flannel sweats and brushed his teeth, and fell into bed.  Before he slept he took his phone and texted her "Hannah, had a ball tonight, thanks for everything...I hope I wasn't too forward...hope we can meet again, Andy"  With that he fell into a haunted sleep.<br/><br/>That night he dreamed.  He dreamed he and Hannah were walking on the beach together late at night.  As they walked hand in hand, he could see her looking out to sea.  Her hand slipped from his and her feet floated off into the air.  She rose and rose and began to glow.  She looked back at him and all she said was "I'm sorry Andrew" with that, she dissolved into a million tiny gold fireflies, and they all scattered to the four winds.   Andrew woke up in the middle of the night, and remained haunted by this horrible nightmare.  He tried to take his mind off of things by playing video games, but his mind was on Her.  Hannah was the first woman he cared for in years...and the thought that through his own carelessness he had ruined this chance was more than he could emotionally bear.  He went o the fridge and got out a beer, and drank it...hoping the morning would come, and remove this feeling of gaunt loneliness.