The moment you approach the entrance to the restaurant, people step aside, conversation stops. Then you see her: the woman across the room.  She looks familiar.  She's wearing your scarf.  The flash of green ; the black shimmer.  Suddenly you realize that she is you.  It's just a mirror. You look around, and everyone has gone back to their conversations. But you take one more look.  Damn. Is it the scarf or is it who you are when you wear it? You take a seat at the bar and nod towards your reflection and say, "I'll have what she's having."