016: tea

I was sipping tea in the local coffeehouse, when a lovely young lady whom I'd met twice before walked up to my table, glowing with a heavenly smile.

"It may sound strange," she began, "but I had a dream last night that you would treat me to tea, right here, tonight. You apologized, because you were too shy to just ask, and I blushed then as I am now, because I was too shy, too. Seeing you, though...I know you had the very same dream."

"How?" I asked.

She giggled, pointing at the untouched tea cup next to mine.