How Did He Find Me???

Excuse me while I titter, but Maggie’s overweight Latino boy came rushing up just at that moment.
“Hey Maggie,” he said (well, more rumbler, really).
“Fabio! Quick! Hide me!” I hissed (glass doors are much too see-through, really…funny how I hadn’t noticed that before…).
With Maggie on one side of me and Fabio on the other, we walked through the doors on the opposite side and immediately down the stairs.
I sighed. My posse had protected me; I was safe.
“Hi,” said a nasally voice behind me.
I sighed again, but for a very different reason.
“Hi,” I said slowly, turning to face him.
One thought was running through my head like a stuck record.
How did he find me??

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