“I’ll have a Caramel Macchiato, Venti, Skim, Extra Shot, Extra-Hot, Extra-Whip, Sugar-Free.” I said to Téa as I sat down an outside table of the not so good cafe she had chosen so we could remain inconspicuous while in her home town two weeks earlier than present time. (damn I’m confusing myself with these time changes!)

“You’ll have a what?” Téa asked with a questioning look on her face.

“A Macchiato, Venti, Caramel, Extra Skim, Shot of whip, hot free, something or other!” I said not remembering the exact order I rattled it off in the first place.

“Isn’t that different to the first order?” Téa asked with a smile.

“Umm, yeah it’s more refined.”

“More pretentious too!” she said.

“Hang around Melbourne for too long with all the hipsters and man bun wearing millennials and you’ll realise that being a pretentious twat is actually a badge of honour.” I tried to be serious but I couldn’t help smiling.

“So your trying to tell me you’ve become a pretentious twat?” Téa asked.

“Would you still think highly of me if I was?”

“Nope, I’d send you home! We’ve got enough of those people in this country we don’t need to import them!”

“Ok then, I’ll change immediately, just for you!” I replied with a large grin.

“You should change for yourself, no one in their right mind wants to be a pretentious cafe dwelling twat. It’s like being a drug addict, you don’t realise it’s happened until too late, then it’s all down hill until you can get cleaned up and remove yourself from the lifestyle.”

“Ok, you’ve convinced me, I’ll change. Immediately, if not sooner!” I stated very matter of factly but I still had a tinge of laughter in my voice.

“Good for you, now what would you like to drink?”

“A Venti, Caramal, Skin-free, Macchiato, extra hot whip, cold water, sugar laced…”

“Ok, you asked for it!” Téa said then walked away from the table and headed into the cafe to place our order.

As I waited for Téa I had to admire just how easily we’d fallen back into our routine. Things might have gotten a little bitchy and grumpy between us with the whole phone call thing but one simple hug and the realisation that we were both being idiots, not just one of us as some people might have seen, and things were headed back to normal. Of course normal for us was not normal for many people and we knew it but it’s what we were and other people’s opinions didn’t really matter that much to us.

The cafe wasn’t overly populated, maybe two thirds of the tables were occupied, so Téa did have a bit of a wait for our order and apparently the cafe we were at had not heard of table service, no wonder Téa said they weren’t a great cafe, so she waited inside for our drinks while I enjoyed the Texas sun.

It was as I was enjoying that sun and looking at my surrounds that I suddenly saw something that was not only a shock but something that I needed to take a second glance at. Across the road and down a bit, I still didn’t know my directions but going by the sun and the approximate time I thought it was, I guess it was south, there was a record shop. And heading into that record shop as I glanced down that way was Téa.

“Holy crap!” was my first response, thankfully that response wasn’t said aloud so that those around me could hear it.

Immediately I got up from my seat and went inside the cafe to where Téa was still standing in line. I had to weave between a few tables and people to get to her but I got there with some haste and without knocking anyone over.

“We’ve got to get out of here.” I said to her in a rather hurried voice.

“Why?” she asked. “Our drinks will be ready soon, we are the next order.”

Without actually thinking about it I looked at the coffee makers, maybe my brain thought my look would hurry them up, I don’t really know. When I turned back to Téa I said. “Someone very familiar just walked into the record shop down the street.”

“The old lady?” Téa asked casually.

“No more familiar than that.” I replied to a questionable look which gave me the indication I needed for me to immediately know she wasn’t understanding exactly what I was saying. So I lowered, my voice leaned in closer to her ear, so that hopefully those around us could not hear what I was saying and whispered, “It was you.”

“Ok.” Téa replied but didn’t move, when I asked her why, she responded with. “Because I have just worked out where I was two weeks ago.” She mentioned the time frame like our time travelling antics were not a secret, although I suppose in hindsight she wasn’t really giving away anything.

“What difference does that make?” I asked.

“Because I now remember that two weeks ago I wasn’t at home, I was out and I visited both a record shop and a very average cafe.”

So it didn’t take much to put things together and realise what Téa was talking about. “So shouldn’t we be more worried about moving our arses out of here and not the coffee?” I asked rather impatiently thinking about Back To The Future’s rules and Téa meeting herself.

“Nope.We’ve got heaps of time to move our asses.” Téa said making a point of the word asses as if we actually had time to discuss the difference between someone’s posterior and a donkey.

“I haven’t got a donkey.” I responded.

ignored my humour and said. “I clearly remember spending more than forty minutes in that record shop because I was talking to the owner about ordering some old back catalogue stuff. Even this place, which if you haven’t figured out, was the very average cafe, can’t waste that much time making a few coffees.”

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