"Nothing, really," Lindsey admitted, shrugging as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Call it a gut feeling." He glanced down the street at a couple leaving the diner, walking in the opposite direction. "There's just something when you look at people like them, then people like us. We don't quite fit, even if we're normal enough not to get a second look."
At a first glance, neither of them looked like anything special. Normal human beings. But she was a witch and he had a hand that wrote 'kill, kill, kill' once in a while when he wasn't paying attention. They were far from.
The one thing he wasn't going to try was guessing where she had been displaced from. From what he'd gathered, there were people from all different dimensions, times, whatever here. The seal didn't discriminate when it kidnapped. "I'm Lindsey," he said after a brief moment of silence had passed, holding out his hand to her.