I dreamed about it in

I have a recurrent dream that we are sitting together at a café. Sometimes the sun makes him wrinkle his blue eyes, sometimes it is lightly raining and he pulls up his collar. But some things remain the same.We are sitting together, his hands wrapped around a coffee mug, our knees inches apart. It is electric, it is everything I ever wanted, and he won’t say my name. Won’t look at me.It’s my own goddamn dream, and I might as well be invisible.//a penelope clearwater snapshot, with a penelope x charlie backstory I’ll write someday