Physical and mental collisions

**A prompt-free segment of Rachel’s story! Amazing, I know. This follows after Lunch with a friend**

“Nathan!” she whispered. Pushing up out of her chair she wove through the tables to the exit. Behind her she could hear Amy yelling.

Sorry Amy. I’ll make it up to you.

She bolted around the corner and ran head long into someone. She could feel herself falling backwards and landed hard.

“Oof!”

“I’m so sorry!” A man bent down to give her a hand up. “I didn’t see you come around the corner.”

Flushing, Rachel stood and rubbed her backside. She felt like an idiot. And gazing over the man’s shoulder she couldn’t see Nathan anywhere.

“It’s alright. I should have been more careful coming around the corner. Oh, did you happen to see a man walk past you? Tall, dark hair?”

“Sorry, dear. My eye sight isn’t that good. I hardly notice people except as blurs.”

Sighing, Rachel turned to go back to the restaurant. Amy was waiting at the table, arms crossed, her face screwed up in displeasure.

“What the hell, Rach? You ask me to lunch, act like a total space cadet, then take off without a word.”

“I’m so sorry Amy. I thought…I thought I saw someone I knew.” She fidgeted in her lap as Amy continued to fume.

That’s another un-Amy trait. She always forgives people as soon as they apologize.

“Fine!” Amy huffed. “Just don’t do that again. It’s rude.”

Rachel sighed quietly and hoped their lunch would arrive soon to distract her. “So, Amy…do you remember Nathan Anders? He was a few years older than us. He played football with my brother.”

“Oh, yeah. I remember him. I think I heard he moved back East to go to school or something. He hasn’t been in town since graduation.”

Rachel’s ears perked up. He hadn’t been in town since graduation?? Then who did she kiss at the beach? Or did she never do that in this particular reality? But then, how did she find the mirror…The implications of this made her head hurt.

“Wait a minute. Wasn’t he here for that huge bar-be-que at the beach in August? I swear he was there.”

Amy pulled out a file and began working on her nails. “I don’t really know Rach. I wasn’t paying attention to who was or wasn’t there. I was busy showing James what snake charmer really means.” She grinned wickedly and laughed. Rachel shook her head. This was all too much. She glanced at her watch.

“Do you need to get back to work?” Amy asked.

“Work?”

“Rachel, are you sure everything is okay? You’ve been acting so weird. It’s creeping me out.”

“I’m fine, really. Work. Yes yes, I should get going. I guess lunch will have to wait.” Rachel pushed up out of her chair and turned to make a quick exit. Amy pulled out her phone and punched something in.

“I’ll swing by the courthouse and get you at six okay? We’ll go to your place, get changed and then go to the museum.”

“Okay, sure, see you then,” Rachel said hurriedly and left before Amy could say anything more. Her head was spinning with everything that had happened in the last hour. Amy was hyper-sexual, Nathan hadn’t been in town for almost five years, and she worked at a…Rachel stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

A courthouse?