Marissa, The woman stopped a few feet from our table, the smile falling off her face to be replaced by a confused frown. Brown eyes moved from me to Bridget and back again. Then she shook her blonde curls as though clearing a fog. " Oh…um. Hi. Sorry." She smiled again, with embarrassment this time. “I err..I honestly thought you were someone else. I'm so sorry." “It's okay." I smiled back warmly. “It happens I guess. No harm done." She nodded, wiping her hands on her jeans, “I guess it does. Um,...I'm Dawn." She stretched out her hand for a handshake and then pulled it back when she noticed my fingers coated in sauce, “Oh,.. Sorry." I laughed, “Yeah it's cool. I'm Marissa. This is my friend Bridget." Bree gave a friendly wave, “Hi. Nice to meet you, Dawn." “Pleasure's all mine. Sorry I interrupted your lunch. You just looked a lot like my friend Mary. Although, silly me for thinking she'd be here. She lives in Florida for Christ's sake." Dawn rolled her eyes and shook her
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