Free See You in My Dreams by Jess Dee

this product we wanted to sell, but didn’t know how it would go down, how receptive the public would be to buying it. So we made a video about it and put it on YouTube. Then we spread the word to a few friends on campus.”
    “Did that work?”
    Nathan nodded. “The first day we received about a hundred hits. The second around five thousand. By the end of the week, the video had been viewed almost seventy thousand times.”
    “You’re kidding.”
    “Uh-uh. We were blown away. Couldn’t believe our luck. Thought it was probably coincidence, so we made a second video using another product.”
    “And?”
    “And it went viral. Within a month we’d received over a million hits. We also started getting a shitload of emails from people interested in our product. Real big deals in the industry. They had money and they were willing to spend it on us. Willing to back the venture.”
    “That all came from a YouTube video?” Holy cow, it must have been some video.
    “Yeah. Cool, huh? Luke did the math, did some research, put some figures together, and contacted four or five of the people who’d emailed us. They started talking.” Nathan shrugged. “About three years ago, the first product officially hit the shelves. And the rest, as they say, is history.”
    Sophie was intrigued, wanted to know more. “What was the—”
    “Uh-uh. Enough about me. I’ve already spoken more about myself to you than I have to anyone other than my family and Luke in years. Tell me about you. Tell me about your gramma. Sounds like the two of you were close.”
    Sophie couldn’t resist telling him all about Gramma Rosie. How wonderful she was, how much she’d loved her. She told him about her eccentricities, like the way she swore she could tell the future, but only with the good things. Rosie had never admitted to foreseeing the accident.
    Sophie half-suspected that she herself always needed routines because Rosie had always just lived for the day. Sophie had felt compelled to find facts and theories behind everything in her life because her gramma had been just the opposite, always following her gut instinct. She’d done what her heart had told her to do.
    Sophie did nothing unless she could find meaning behind it.
    Even being with Nathan was her way of finding meaning. Perhaps if she spent enough time with him, she’d finally be able to understand her dreams.
    On the other hand, on the more basic and honest hand—the hand Gramma Rosie would have held up—perhaps being with Nathan was nothing more than following her heart and her instincts, and enjoying every limited minute she had with him, end of story.
    If it was, her gramma would be proud of her.
    Sophie told Nathan how she’d had to quit her studies for a year when Rosie became ill. The cancer had made her increasingly fragile. Sophie had taken the job at the flats as a cleaner to earn money for Rosie’s medical bills. The public health system had covered most of the expenses, but there were always extras.
    Sophie had refused to let her gramma go without them.
    It was too hard to talk about her gramma and not cry, so Sophie stopped trying.
    In return, Nathan held her tighter and told her he understood. His grandmother had held a special place in his heart. She’d always been Nathan’s own personal cheerleader, telling him continually he could achieve whatever he set his mind to. Like Rosie, she also fancied herself a bit of a fortune teller, and took great pleasure in heaping nonsensical prophecies on all of them. Even Luke had been given a little prediction about his future—although Edna had a strict policy never to tell non-family members their fortunes.
    Edna had died five years earlier, but not before sitting them all down and insisting they follow their dreams. Insisting they make sure everything they’d fantasized about became a reality.
    As a result, he and his brothers had thrown themselves headfirst into the business venture with Luke, and they were now at the