Chelsea, living in reverse.

Blake nearly choked on a mouthful of kale salad when the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen sat across from him and frowned.

"So this is it." She looked around in disgust. "I thought it would be more dramatic."

Blake glanced nervously around the small cafe. He was eating lunch and reading, as he did most days.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, trying to ignore her withering glare.

"Your victim." the mystery woman replied. "And don't pull that innocent shit with me. Thank God this is the last time I'm ever gonna see you."

Blake had stood up and was backing away, his hands raised.

"You're never gonna go to Thessalonica," she sneered. "You'll never see your grandma's grave. Your last words to your moth-"

"Shut the fuck up!" People were staring but Blake didn't care. "Get away from me, you psycho!"

She grabbed his arm and dragged him outside.

"Look," she said with frustration, "I'm living in reverse. To you the past is set and the future is open. For me, that's reversed. I have no clue what just happened, but I know for sure what happens next."

He leaned forward. "Oh yeah? Then tell me."

Brushing a stray hair out of her face, she also leaned forward until their faces nearly touched.

"Whatever you want."