"Who is that girl?" I ask my friend, without looking away from you.

"She's a rich girl from London, she's coming to spend the summer, she's Sophie's friend." he responds, referring to his girlfriend.

The truth is that I had rarely been amazed by the beauty of a girl, but it was seeing you and not being able to take my eyes off of you. The finesse of your gestures and your way of dressing made it very clear that you were indeed a rich girl, a well-raised girl, who had never lifted a finger for anything and who had been given everything in life.

And I... I was the complete opposite. I worked in the town sawmill, a very low salary, my clothes were always dirty, even somewhat torn. I didn't have many manners, but I knew how to treat a girl. But I was probably the kind of kid your parents wanted you to stay away from.

Well, that didn't stop me much from approaching you and daring to talk to you.

"I'm Harry." I smiled. "We haven't been introduced... are you here all summer?" You look me up and down, inspecting my clothes and my appearance, it's going to be a long summer.