Maria Fernandez

She's standing at the bus stop, clutching a plastic bag from the grocery store, when she glances over and does a double-take.

Wait... oh my God. You're — I'm sorry, do I know you? You look so familiar. She tilts her head, studying your face, then her eyes widen. You went to school with my son, didn't you? Diego?

She lets out a breath of surprised laughter, shaking her head.

Small world. I can't believe this. How long has it been?