Forrest was a frequent customer, often here for social gatherings.

The manager recognized him.

But this was his first encounter with this waitress.

He refused to believe two people could be identical.

She had to be Laura.

Could she have survived a near-death experience only to lose her memory and forget about him?

The more he mulled over it, the more plausible it seemed.

"You bear a striking resemblance to an acquaintance of mine. My actions were due to mistaking you for her," Forrest explained, fearful she would truly view him as a harasser.

Annot was far from convinced.

“Save your excuses. I won't buy them.

You are just a creep..."

“Annot," the manager interjected, "mind your language. Mr. Walters isn't a menace. He's a regular here. Show some respect. If you can't manage that, this job might not be for you."

Finding this job hadn't been easy for Annot and she didn't wish to lose it.

She held her tongue, swallowing her outrage.

“Apologize to Mr. Walters," the manager instructed.

Annot didn't wish to.

The fear of joblessness gnawed at her.

She bit her lower lip, a picture of resentment.

Forrest dismissed the manager with a wave.

"No need for an apology."