The space next to the desert cart warped like an old mirror and suddenly his date was standing next to the table.
She didn’t look happy.
Chris stood up, startled and began to introduce himself.
She held up a hand,
“Your name is Chris Venga. You enjoy reading, web design and some musicians whose names I don’t recall, but you seemed to find them fascinating. You really, *bold*really*bold* like fettucini alfredo, which is how I get this stain.”
She indicated a light discoloration on the blouse.
“You argue with the waiter over the tip, and I decide to get a cab home. I suggest you do the same right now and save us both some time.”
She took a small remote out of her bag and pressed some buttons and was gone as fast as she came.
Chris looked around the room, trying to process what had just happened, when he saw his date again entering the restaurant and walking towards him.
“Hi,” she said. “Are you Chris?”