"Hannah... doesn't that guy look a little like Luis?" Christa asked slowly. "Of course, he's a little more good-looking and stronger than Luis was, but-"
"Luis?" Hannah whispered, her voice rising in a question. "What's he doing here?"
"Go over and say hi," Christa urged, pushing her shoulder. "You haven't seen the guy in four years, the least you owe him is a hello."
"I can't!" Hannah exclaimed suddenly. "I can't do that!"
"And why not?" Anna was asking, having joined in the conversation.
"Because... because- Oh, I should have called him, or written, or something, but we just sort of ended- I can't talk to him, I'd die of fright!"
Anna sensed that Hannah was truly distraught and unable to go up to Luis, as only true friends can.
"Well, let's leave then, before something happens," Anna suggested, and Hannah nodded mutely, looking anywhere but where Luis was seated.
The group of friends headed discreetly toward the door.
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