Someone Knows Leslie

I walked through the mall, wondering what to do next, when suddenly I heard a guy say "Hey, Leslie." He couldn't have been talking to *me*, could he? I kept on walking, until a masculine hand grabbed my arm and stopped me. I turned around and saw a 20-something guy, fairly attractive, looking at me. "Leslie? Didn't you hear me?" "Uh, yeah." "What's wrong with you?" he asked me. What was I going to do? I didn't know anything about Leslie's life to interact with anyone. What would this guy do if he found out who I really was?