"George." It was a normal enough name. It made Ted feel a little more comfortable with her. Truly batshit insane people didn't have really normal names, did they? Then he thought of Charles Manson and Albert DeSalvo and that just flew out the window completely. Then again, that meant he could be the insane one, too.
The coffee shop was normal looking too. He'd as of yet not noticed that the streets were actually changing. There were to many other things to pay attention to. Perhaps he was still too confused, as well.
He picked a table where he wouldn't have to look out the window for a while. He wanted to pretend that he was in California still. In L.A. Doing his own thing. Just at a coffee shop talking to a girl about how she should handle her money.