A shadow fell across the table.
“You’re not supposed to be here.” The waitress said. “This booth is reserved… for someone who doesn’t exist yet.”
“I don’t suppose they made the reservation, then.” Claire said. The waitress gave her a blank look. “I’ll move. No problem.”
Claire watched the waitress go. She didn’t seem too worried about what she had just said.
A young looking man came in the door. He showed the hostess his ID, and then took the seat Claire had just vacated. She turned around in her seat and spoke to the man.
“This is going to sound strange, but can I see your ID?”
He smiled, and handed her the card. The name read, “Someone Who Doesn’t Exist Yet.”
Claire laughed.
“I knew it had to be something like that.” She said. “Are you waiting for anyone?”
“Call me Some.” He said. “It saves a lot of time.”
“Speaking of time…” Claire began. She’d never actually met a time traveler before. “About how long are you, shall we say, in town?”
“About thirty more minutes, anyway.” Some said.