Destined

"Two cups of coffee, please" I placed my order before I acknowledged Sean. 

"Three, not two" Sean, my friend, is a total foodie too. You see, we acknowledge the waiter before the person we came to meet at restaurants.

"Why three?" 

He looked down slyly. I knew what that meant.

"No please, not again! You cannot have patients visiting you in the middle of a meal!" 

"There's an emergency, you know..."

"Yeah, right" I couldn't help an eye roll.

"Ryan, buddy. I'll keep it short. I'll just listen to her case and that'll be it!"

That was a cliché now, but I nodded. 

A tall, dark woman entered with the restless aura, she retained. Her hair was a mess and her eyes looked sleepy. Her overall body language didn't mention confidence anywhere. She ran over (literally) the waiter and the plates in his hands made a memorable graffiti on the floor. 

"There she is" You wouldn't need to be graduated to tell that she was suffering from some mental illness. 

After about half an hour, she finally settled down, making herself comfortable and me- uncomfortable. God, the lady knew how to master the art of clumsiness.

"Dr Sean, I've been having real nightmares lately" she said with a straight face, but I couldn't keep my face straight any longer.

"Elaborate, please" said Sean.

"I see a guy in my dreams every night. The same guy, every single night" 

I couldn't predict if I was to hear a thriller story, a romantic one, or just some maniac one. 

"I see him every day" she emphasized on each syllable between sobs. The volume of the sobs increased up to a point and then it continued at a stable rate. A tinge of embarrassment rushed through me when I realised I'd been consciously observing her sobs. But there was something about them, almost like an induction motor's noise. I preferred to put on my earbuds, my favourite song went on, in the background. But the calm, soothing melody of the song couldn't go in sync with the lady's and Sean's tense expressions. 

I ignored them for a while and tried to have a nap but it wouldn't work. My coffee had charged me up.

"What does the place look like?"

"It's a house. His house. With gigantic burgundy curtains and dim yellow lighting. The walls have a brick texture and-"

I put my earbuds back in. I didn't have to listen to a moron so sincerely. But I couldn't listen to her story only halfway through either...

"So, you mean he's gonna kill someone, in that house today?"

Sean's words gave me chills.

"yeah, although a dream, it feels real" 

The lady played with her hair nervously.

Okay, so there was gonna be yet another soul wandering in this world tonight. I almost laughed at the thought and they both turned to face me with dirty looks.

Sean widened his eyes mouthing "RYAN!", so I went back to my straight-face-mode and the lady began to speak.

"I don't remember his face, though"

Sean smiled "How will you, it is just a dream. Tell me something, have you seen an apartment of that description before?"

"Yeah"

Sean's brows shot up, ready to fly past his face. 

"Yesterday night"

And Sean's calm expressions were restored.

"In the nightmare you mean? The one in which he says that he'll kill someone today?"

"Yeah, yeah, certainly!"

"Alright, did he mention anything else?"

"He said he'll do it by 5:00 pm. Oh my Gosh! It is 4:30 pm already! I'm really scared" 

Sean sighed sharply. "Chill. Avoid thinking about it. Go home, and get some rest. My friend will drop you home safely, will you, Ryan?"

I closed the doors shut behind me as the lady asked me to, while she lead me to her house with gigantic, burgundy curtains and walls which had brick textured wallpaper and lights which were dim yellow and-"

(She chuckles)