[ WP ] Time travelling tourists from the future are commonplace at significant historical events . You get home and find time travellers watching you for an unknown reason .

NOTE: I know OP said the tourists are at your home, but really, I frequent a certain cafe so often that it might as well be my home. 
 
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 As a struggling writer, the one thing keeping me from affording a decent living and nutritionally decent foods are writing blocks. Yes, I've published *okay* stories, but none of my books have ever *made it*, y'know? I've always dreamt to be the next writer who would write the novel of the decade, like J.K. Rowling, Orson Scott Card, or that *Twilight* chick -- whatever her name was. I just need a lucky break, a fleeting moment of brilliance, an inconceivable idea so catastrophically ground-breaking that the entirety of the text would be stored in its very own Voyager satellite and rocketed into space to declare the pure character of humanity to the rest of the known universe and beyond...! 
 
 Or a goddamn coffee for once. How slow can this pimply pseudo-barista be? 
 
 I impatiently tap my foot as buck-tooth over here burns the coffee beans for the fifth time. I need to hurry up and sit down at the table with my laptop open and look all business-like. I find that doing so not only makes me feel somewhat more important, but makes observers believe I am smart and hard-working. Which reminds me, I got ta check up on reddit real soon. Cake Day. 
 
 Any day now, bean-burner. 
 
 He burned the beans again. Jeez. The line's probably out the door by now. 
 
 I look behind me to find a rather young couple standing next in line. Obviously tourists. They even wore the Hawaiian shirts and had cameras and everything. Heck, the whole *line* was practically a group tour! They seemed very giddy about something. What in the world is so exciting about a Starbu -- they have time watches! Seth McFarlane's greatest invention since, since, *Larry and Steve! * Which can only mean one thing: They're fu-tourists! 
 
 They're watching me expectantly, as though expecting to see me do something worth spectating. I blink several times, and turn back towards the counter. What could they possibly be waiting for? From *me? * Could it be from a future novel? *Am* I going to be that future novelist that sways the world? My, this is coming way too fast, I do n't know if I can handle the pressure now. Is it my shoe story that I've been mulling over? No, it ca n't be, they must be here to see me catch that lucky break, that fleeting moment of brilliance, that inconcei -- 
 
 `` What would you like in your coffee, ma'm?'' says the pseudo-barista in his cracking voice. 
 
 `` Oh, I dunno, add stuff. Just make it quick.'' 
 
 Where was I? Oh yeah. *An inconceivable idea* so catastrophically *ground-breaking* that the entirety of the text would be stored in its very own Voyager satellite and -- 
 
 `` Here's your coffee, ma'm. That'll be five-fifty.'' Yes, yes, keep the change. 
 
 * -- And rocketed into space to declare the pure character of humanity to the rest of the known universe and beyond! * Yes, *yes! * I have *it! * I have that idea, here, now, in this very cafe, in front of my future adoring fans. I have a story that will plaster my name and face on the murals along with the rest of the Pen-Wielding Gods above every Barnes and Noble Starbucks counter! 
 
 I proudly scoop up my paper coffee cup and raise it high. Once I finish this heroic sip, I will proclaim history to the world. Oh what shall I say? *I have done it, I have thunk it, I will write it -- * 
 
 *Sip* 
 
 `` This is the best damn coffee I have ever tasted!'' 
 
 The crowd of fu-tourists screamed and cheered! 
 
 Then -- they... ran past me and crowded the counter, reaching out for the pimpled barista. 
 
 `` He's done it!'' 
 
 `` We've just witnessed history!'' 
 
 `` *The* Chris Scrowps -- the famous creator of the best frappuccino in human existence -- first creating his masterpiece that swayed the world!'' 
 
 `` A frappuccino so good, NASA built another Voyager for his recipe alone to be shared with our future alien overlords!'' 
 
 `` Sign my chest!'' 
 
 `` Kiss my baby!'' 
 
 `` Teach us your ways!'' 
 
... 
 
... 
 
 Oh shit, I almost forgot. 
 
 Cake day.
