“Michelle? Michelle?” a voice called.
Tiffany stopped walking when a hand touched her shoulder. “Michelle?”
She turned and smiled at the confused young man who had stopped her. “No,” she said. “Not Michelle.”
His face turned scarlet, and his hand flew from her shoulder like a startled bird. “Oh my god! I am so sorry. I thought you were…”
“It’s okay.”
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