"Excuse me, can I have that toasted?" I ask the man handling my plain bagel.

"Sure, no problem."

He turns his back and continues to prepare multiple orders. I check my watch and see that I still have an hour to get back to the hotel before she does. I was told not to leave the room and if I absolutely had to, to not leave the hotel. But c’mon, how many things can a person order room service and swim laps in pool. Besides I can’t even lift my arms past my waist without wincing in pain. I don’t want to see another pool for a year. LOL.

"Plain bagel, toasted," the man recites.

I reach up and take the outreached bread.

"Thank you," I cry.

As I walk to the counter, I plug my ear with one of the earbuds from my Ipod. Just as I unpause the music, a gasping sound catches my attention.

"Oh my god, Angelica."

*****

I look and smile at the woman not sure who she’s talking to and take a step forward as the line in front of me moves.

"Angelica," she says again.

"I’m sorry. I think you have the wrong person," I say politely.

"Next."

I handed the girl behind the register my dollar and wait as she grabs the change.

"Excuse me," I say to the woman and side step her.

Even though I walk past the woman, something makes me look back and I find her staring at me. Her eyes… those eyes seem so familiar. I shake my head as if feeling them try to tell me something. I continue to the crosswalk where the bus I need to get back stops.