"And where did you spot her?" she queried.

"Right here, she's working as a waitress and goes by Annot Griffin."

"Annot Griffin?"

"She didn't recognize me, used a different name. I suspect she's suffering from memory loss." Given Forrest's unyielding stance, Camila instructed, "Show me."

In a bid to substantiate his claim, Forrest beckoned the manager over.

"Fetch the waitress."

The manager responded, "I sent her home after her shift. She was quite careless today, even managing to upset you..."

"Do you have her address?" Forrest probed.

"No," the manager denied.

Forrest persisted, "Then you surely have her contact details?"

The manager nodded.

"Give it to me," Forrest demanded.

Camila quietly watched from the sidelines.

As Forrest began dialing the number, she interrupted him, "Hold on."

“Your haste is understandable, but remember you mentioned she doesn't recall you? Wouldn't such an abrupt call frighten her away?"

On reflection, Forrest concurred.

Her earlier resistance flashed in his mind, even having misinterpreted him as a harasser.

Thanks to Camila's timely intervention.

He didn't want to scare her off.

"Now what should I do?" Forrest became panicked.