“What the hell are you talking about?” Maggie looked up at the man in an expensive-looking suit and tie standing next to her table. He looked awkwardly out of place among the casually dressed students in the university cafeteria.
“Your name is Maggie, is it not?” the stranger repeated.
“Yeah, and?”
The man sighed. “Look, this is a bit odd, but this is you, isn’t it?” He pulled out a folded piece of paper from his jacket, unfolded it and put it down on the table next to Maggie’s half-finished sandwich. It was a pencil sketch of her.
“Damn, that’s you,” Christopher said. He was sitting across the table from Maggie.
