My dream started out where I was sitting on stairs in a mall, people watching. There weren't all that many people there, so it was easy to see people and make up stories about them (because thats what I do when I people watch). However, here comes Yifan walking down the mall with two managers with him. I was surprised, almost started squealing but I told myself not to, that he probably wanted to get away from all the fangirls. See, I am from Alaska, and so there seems like not all that many fans here in AK. 

I was smiling and then I called out, because you know your stupid mouth moves before really thinking about it, "Yifan!"

He turns around and looks surprised that someone knew him so he comes over to me. By now I am mentally freaking out because he is so ing attractive. He gives me this amazing smile, "Hello." His voice is so deep and rumbly, which is very y.

"Hi." I said stupidly. "I am a fan!"

"Oh. That is good to know."

"Err.... Well, what are you doing here in Alaska?" I ask him, trying to get him to talk a little bit more just to hear his voice.

He seemed to think about it, brushing his managers away who were pulling at him so they could go. Yifan chuckled, digging into his right inside pocket and pulled out a pamphlet, showing it to me. "I am here for a meeting. I was invited so I decided to come."

He hands me the pamphlet, his fingers grazing mine, and I swear to god I almost died. Looking it over, I was a little surprised myself. It was a meeting that was being hosted by my grandmother (my grandmother is the tribal president), and I almost squealed again. I cleared my throat and went to hand it back to him. He shook his head. "Keep it. I know where I am going. By the way, what is your name?"

"Darien...."

Yifan leaned closer because his managers started talking loudly, pulling a little more on him. "What?"

"My name is Darien."

"It is nice to meet you, Darien." He smiled, taking my hand into his and brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." 

Let me tell you something right now, I was having a difficult time trying to process what the hell was happening. I know I was redder than a tomato, "Thank you."

Yifan smiled again, this time it had more of a sensual look. "It is my pleasure. I have to go otherwise I am going to be late for the meeting." He squeezed my hand in his, "But can we meet up later?"

"Oh...Uh... Yeah. We can meet up." I almost stuttered, almost. He waved and started walking. As soon as he disappeared around the corner, I booked it up the stairs to my grandmother's office. She was sitting there, looking over paperwork. "Grandma!"

"Yes?"

"Yifan is here!"

"I know." She wet her right forefinger and thumb and turned a page, looking almost smug but uninterested at the same time.

"Oh my god! Grandma!"

"Yes?"

"Yifan is my favorite."

"I know." She smiled and kept looking over her documents.

"Oh my god. Grandma."

"Yes?"

"Why is he here?"

She sets down her papers, pulls her glasses down from her hair and sets them on her nose. She smiles at me and starts laughing because I was nearly in tears from excitement and shock. I met Yifan. My grandmother knows Yifan. "That young man in here because I invited him to the meeting."

"Oh. My. God. Grandma!"

My grandma just laughs and I leave her office, seeing that she was getting up to go to the meeting. Instead of going to the meeting with her, I decided to tell a friend to bring me out to a restaurant. It was later in the evening before my friend arrived, and just when I was about to get in the car, another friend comes running up to me. "Hey! Someone by the name of Yifan is looking for you!'

I kinda just stop dead, my heart rate picking up speed. "Okay. Where is he?"

"He said that he wants you to meet him at a coffee shop."

Unfortunately, I woke up right after that. So. That was my dream. I woke up squealing and almost crying from excitement. I think I am in too deep, especially now that was the third or forth dream I've had of him.