A Proposal for Sushi

[Someone = someone specific but unnamed. Phil = my name for cepheus]

[Someone] sees [Phil] in a field of sea grass. [Someone] immediately proposes from dry land. [Phil] gets sad cause land and sea, they don't mix. But maybe.... no. It could never work. Right? Days pass. [Someone] basically forgets about the whole thing, chalking it up to a fever dream. Why was [someone] at the ocean? [Someone] did have a sudden craving for sushi, though - maybe that brought on the dreams. Because, of course, now he comes in her dreams. But otherwise completely forgotten. [Phil] is allowed on true land only at Really Low Tide. For some reason, [someone] goes back to the ocean. Maybe cause there's a fanTASTic sushi place? [Phil] sees [Someone], and moves towards her. His tentacles reach, but she hasn't seen him yet. And what if... what if she didn't mean what she said? She finally turns around, to see him starting to move back to the water. "Oh," [Someone] breathes. "You're real." [Phil] doesn't know if he should stay or run, leave this impossibility. "Did you want to tell me something?" [Someone] replies to the silence, slowly moving towards him. He freezes, a fish shrimp-punched. "Well... would you like to get some dinner?"