As Time Goes Thud

The bartender dropped a glass, and the piano player stopped playing. As one, all eyes turned to the entrance and to the young woman standing atop the steps.
"Boss," the bartender whispered, his voice echoing around the preternaturally silent room, "it's her."
The boy nodded and mouthed the words "I know" without taking his eyes off those of the woman. Well, he thought, of all the gin joints outside all the continuities in the multiverse, she had to walk into this one.
Of course she had. It was nobody's fault but his own for naming the place Adric's Cafe Alzariain.