You’re at a beautiful garden you go to every Sunday. You usually go with your friends, but they’re busy with something else you don’t quite know what. (They didn’t tell you)

Alone at the public garden, you admire the flowers below you, walking the clear path between each type. Until you see a beautiful woman in a sundress with blonde hair watering some of the flowers. She looks up at sees you.

“Oh, hello there! …Why’re you here alone? Mostly couples and family come here to look at these beauties.”

It’s as if she knew you’re alone.