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to walk away, it just didn’t happen yet,” Charlie answered.
    “Like the ambulances showing up and stuff?”
    “Yes, and the injuries of the people there. I can trust my thoughts. I know it will be done. I don’t have to wait around and wonder.”
    “You’re serious about this stuff, aren’t you?” she noticed the regret upon his face, as if he was actually sorry he hurt those people.
    “Yes, of course,” he nodded. “Everyone has the power to create their reality with their thoughts, whatever they want. It just works much, much faster for me.”
    “Because of who you are?” she added.
    “Yes,” he responded, “because of who I am.”
    Julie continued to eat her dinner as she had been very hungry, but in between bites she kept the conversation going. Although she was undecided if Charlie was simply nuts or pulling a prank, his story was interesting enough to get her through dinner.
    “I admit, some strange things happened, but I don’t think you were the cause of the crash just because of one thought,” she said. “And the limo? I don’t know. It was weird but…” she paused and took another bite.
    Charlie just sat in silence. Then Julie challenged him, “Well, prove it to me right now. Think of something and make it happen. Something that lets me know you’re telling the truth.”
    Suddenly a young man strolled into the restaurant behind Julie, spoke to the host with the pointed hair for a moment, then walked up to their table with his hands behind his back and said, “Are you Juliet?”
    “Yes, I am. What’s going on?” she asked the boy.
    “I have a delivery for you,” the boy said as he pulled a colorful array of flowers out from behind his back and handed them to her.
    Julie was shocked, too shocked to even say thank you. “Excuse me, sir,” the delivery boy said. “They said the flowers would be paid for on arrival.”
    “Oh yes,” Charlie said as he fumbled around his pockets then began to look under his cup and bowl. Nothing was there. “Could you look under your plate, Juliet. I seemed to have misplaced my hundred dollar bill.”
    Julie lifted her plate and underneath was a single hundred dollar bill. “Thank you,” Charlie said as he grabbed the money and gave it to the delivery boy saying, “Keep the change.”
    “Thank you, sir,” the boy said with a grateful smile upon his face.
    Julie was still in a state of shock, too shocked to notice the boy leave. “Why did these flowers come to me here? This was just a coincidence,” she said as she quickly turned to Charlie, answering her own question once she saw his face.
    “Who else knows you’re here but me? And who else calls you Juliet?” he asked her, in order to confirm her belief.
    “Maybe they were for another Juliet.” She stood up and started calling out “Juliet, is there a Juliet here?” but no one answered. “I still don’t believe you,” she said whispering to him over the table. “How could you do that? You didn’t even know we were coming to this restaurant till ten minutes before we came. Did you use a cell phone?”
    “I have no phone. I had the thought for the flowers to arrive a moment before they did but they began preparing your bouquet over an hour ago. You will never believe me because you think time happens in a linear sequence of events. But I tell you, thought can travel through time.” He paused, looked directly into her eyes and asked, “Tell me Juliet, what would convince you?”
    She was mesmerized by the strange honesty in his stare; his grayish-blue eyes would not waiver till she answered.
    “Alright,” she agreed as she looked around the restaurant then out the window. “Okay, you see that chubby man about to cross the street, waiting at the corner for the light?”
    “Yes,” Charlie acknowledged the man holding his packages on the street corner, surrounded by the large snowflakes that brightened under the streetlight. He quickly wished him good health and kindness then he