Crystal Night’s.
With some trepidation, Trevor approached the storefront. Events from a few short hours ago played through his mind, giving him a surreal feeling of disjointedness in time. As if astral projecting, he seemed to be floating two steps behind his previous self. Life had become very confusing. Leaning against the wall of the bank, he shook his head, trying to regain some symmetry to his thoughts.
He checked his watch; five minutes till the store opened, and his appointed meeting time. Taking a few deep breaths to steel himself, he peered around the corner, and through the glass door into the shop.
There was Crystal, sitting on the floor, her back to him, lotus position. The scene looked odd but peaceful. He tried the door, finding it open he crept in, “Good Morning Trevor,”
