A Charming Stranger

Something hitting her lightly on the back in between her shoulder blades stops her cold. She's not entirely sure if she was imagining the sensation.
She feels something ricochet off her again, with a bit more force. She looks down at her feet; it's a crumpled up piece of paper.
She turns her head to glance behind her.
It was him. The man she had served earlier this morning, seated on one of the chairs behind her, a huge grin pushing his cheeks up.- Reverie