She called for him to come in, and when he did, the office was decorated exactly like what he saw in his dream. It was immaculate, including a chaise for him to sit upon.
He covered his mouth as he tried to stop laughing, "No...no, I'm sorry, I just..." He snorted before clearing his throat, "I haven't even been to Greece...I was born in Texas.." He snickered, "It's very cute, though, very accurate."
His gaze became distant for a second. Like he was thinking. Or appalled. But then his face softened and he rested his head in his hand, his fingers working through the ginger mess he called hair. "Yeah, ok.."