Mary Ann nodded in answer. She was fine and slipped her phone into her pants pocket after glancing at who had called. She couldn’t say the same inkling of familiarity had passed through her but then most of the time faces went forgotten if she didn’t talk to the person more than a handful of times. Curse of being a space cadet. “It’s possible. I graduated four years ago. What’s your name? I’m Mary Ann.” She introduced herself holding out her hand. If he’d been a sophomore when she was a senior then he was the same age as Alan and as much as she prided herself on knowing who the majority of his friends were the young man before her wasn’t ringing any bells. But hopefully once she had his name that would change.