She stared at his face, trying to find the words, but no sound came out. All she could do was gaze at the man who was wearing her dead husband’s face. “Can I help you?” he finally said after an awkwardly long silence.
Cassandra sensed Lena’s hesitation and stepped in, “Yes, you can help. We apologize for the intrusion, but I’m afraid you bear an uncanny resemblance to someone important to one of our flight attendants. It’s quite shocking.”
Lena felt herself shrinking, knowing that she was that flight attendant, and he probably already noticed. She didn’t want to appear shy or overwhelmed, so she mustered her courage and cleared her throat. “Do you, by any chance, know anyone by the name Gabriel Garcia?” she asked boldly.