The A-word

I went down for coffee this morning at my usual place, the nice cafe downstairs in my building. The nice italian girl (who lives on my floor) was making the coffees, as she has been for a year or so. Very good coffee too. As she handed it to me, she said "there you are, Andrew". Andrew? What does she know? Those of you who know me well will remember that the name has a particular resonance for me. And there are, in fact, a number of people in Sydney who knew me as 'Andrew'. But her?