[ WP ] You 're sitting in a coffee shop watching a man type on his computer . He types the words , `` It begins raining outside '' , and it instantly starts raining .

One morning Thomas walked into a coffee shop. There were two ladies chatting over croissants, a barista chewing gum, and a man in the corner on a laptop. Thomas ordered a latte because that is what one of the pretty ladies was drinking. When the latte was ready, he realized he had no money. 
 
 He approached the ladies and asked if they could lend him a few dollars in exchange for good conversation. They laughed and continued chatting. Thomas' head sank. He approached the man on the laptop. 
 
 As Thomas approached the man, he caught a glimpse of what the man was writing. `` It begins to rain,'' the man wrote on the laptop. To Thomas' astonishment, outside the coffee shop, it had begun to rain. 
 
 Thomas stopped. He looked at his latte sitting unpaid for on the counter. The barista was staring and tapped her fingernails. 
 
 Thomas lunged at the man and knocked him off his stool. Thomas' fingers danced across the keyboard. This is what he wrote: `` The man disappears. Nobody notices. The latte is paid for and is in my hand.'' 
 
 Thomas took a sip of the latte in his hand and looked around the coffee shop. There was the barista behind the counter and the two ladies chatting. Nowhere could Thomas spot the other man. He continued: `` The uglier of the two ladies disappears.'' 
 
 Thomas lifted his head. The pretty one had disappeared. Stupid computer. He hit control + z and the pretty lady returned. `` The pretty lady disappears,'' Thomas wrote sarcastically. `` And the barista. The ugly lady does n't notice the disappearances and is suddenly interested in me.'' Thomas looked up and the pretty lady had taken a seat next to him, smiling. Thomas said hello. 
 
 `` Hi yourself,'' she said. 
 
 Seeing he needed some help, Thomas turned to the computer and wrote, `` She has a glass of wine. Also, a low cut top.'' Ohh la la. 
 
 The lady took a sip from her glass of red. `` You're a writer, huh?'' 
 
 Thomas sat back and smiled. `` That's right.'' 
 
 `` Hubba hubba.'' She leaned forward. Oh boy. Thomas could see her cleavage. 
 
 He leaned forward for a kiss. She fell for him right then and there. Their kiss escalated quickly into a weird kind of wrestle. It was a truly great morning. 
 
 But as those new lovers fumbled, the pretty lady spilled her wine. Gosh. Right on the keyboard. Ok ok. No problem. Thomas opened the laptop and checked, but random letters were popping up on screen. The coffee shop was filling up with nonsense. The wine had ruined the keyboard. Thomas hit control + z but it stuck. 
 
 Rapidly the nonsense disappeared. At this, Thomas sighed. But then the ugly lady reappeared. Then the barista. Finally, the other man returned. The pretty lady leaned away as her original blouse returned and the wine disappeared from her hands. The other man punched Thomas in the face and took his laptop back. 
 
 The pretty lady came to Thomas' side and asked if he was ok. Thomas smiled at her and was about to say something when -- 
 
 `` You gon na pay for this?'' said the barista, chewing her gum.
