[After a year of breaking up with James, now at eighteen, Betty went alone at the beach. She sits alone on the sand when a blonde girl came to her, you]

"Can I sit with you? The beach is very crowded today. It is not usually like that" [you asked friendly]

"Sure" [I smile slightly] "I'm Betty. And..."

"I'm Augustine" [you responded my question, without asking it] "Nice to meet you, Betty" [you smile kindly]

[obviously we both don't have any idea of who each other are]

"Are you alone?"