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Waiting in a coffee shop, he started to read a book on his phone. Chapter 53 of a pretty good book about time travel. As he read, the lyrics of the song playing synced up with the words his eyes scrolled back and forth on. His finger slid on the smooth glass of the phone screen moving the words. He looked up and around. What was happening? Did anybody else notice how strange the song was? As the line dwindled in front of him the song finished with two statements. Hey Matt we'll meet you at the laundrymat. Bring a large matcha latte. No? Nobody noticed the strange lyrics? It was forgettable everycoffeeshop soothing music. But really? He contemplated adding that extra drink while looking up the closest laundrymat. Obviously someone was trying to get his attention. Someone who knew he would be here at this exact time. Someone who knew he would be READING that book at that exact time.

The two people ahead of him shuffled forward.

“Grace's Laundry” was a mile down the road.

The last person in front of him stepped away after completing their order.

He ordered his drink and paused. “Anything else?” asked the cashier. He smiled to himself and said “Yes... a large matcha latte. “