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At first he didn't notice her. She sat several rows back in his civics class. But she noticed him. And she knew his every move in advance.

She knew he was going to McDonald's after class for a coffee and an Egg McMuffin and she knew he would spill his coffee before he had a chance to add milk and sugar.

"I knew that would happen" she whispered from behind him. He turned to look at her and smiled sheepishly as he took some napkins to wipe up the coffee.

"You did, did you?" he replied. "Well, yes" she replied. "Of course."

He smiled again as they parted. "Hmmm, nice" he thought as he walked home.

A week later he bumped into her again on the way into his civics lesson. They sat together throughout the class.

"I knew I'd run into you again" she whispered. "Really?" he replied.

"Say, what are you doing this evening?" he asked. "Could I take you out to dinner?"

"I knew you were going to ask me out" she purred. "Yes, I'd love to."

So that evening he took her to a lovely restaurant in the heart of downtown.

As he held her chair for her she looked him in the eyes and said "I knew you'd bring me here". "Now wait a minute" he countered. "Why is it you always tell me you knew I was going to do something before I do it? I don't get it. Just who are you?

"Why I'm Clair" she said. Clair Voyent."

"I knew you were going to say that."


Vatic/Clairvoyent are this week's prompts from the folks at Studio30+. I knew that would be the prompt.


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