He didn’t want to appear shy or overwhelmed, so he mustered his courage and cleared his throat. “Do you, by any chance, know anyone by the name Elise Reynolds?” he asked cautiously. The woman gazed at him for a moment, and Jack held onto a glimmer of hope that she might say yes, but to his disappointment, she didn’t. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t…” she replied gently.
Jack struggled to maintain a steady tone in his voice, but a hint of disappointment crept in despite his efforts. He swallowed hard, trying to hold back a tear that threatened to escape. “Well,” he sighed, his words carrying a hint of regret, “I must say, you bear a remarkable resemblance to my late wife. It’s truly astonishing. I understand it’s likely just a rare coincidence, but it did catch me off guard.” He contemplated leaving the conversation at that, but then a sudden realization sparked in his eyes, and he couldn’t resist pursuing a new train of thought.