Bette, her sister and their respective boyfriends had drove to the beach enjoying the idea of passing their vacations away from their families. After a week, Bette came to the realization that it wasn’t as fun as she had hoped. She was becoming more and more bored by the presence of Mark: her boyfriend. It was okay when they were back home because they didn’t see each other too much but now he was always there and she couldn’t stand it. The worst was that he seemed to love her more and more every day, and she found herself caught up in guilt. As his affection grew deeper, she would feel as if the tenderness she had towards him was fading away.

"I don’t want to come.
-It’s going to be fun!
-I don’t feel like it."

Mark was looking at her with pleading eyes, which she found profoundly annoying. Bette was sitting on the couch glaring at him.

"Please Bette! I really want to go.
-I’m not stopping you from going.
-I don’t want to leave you alone while we’re having fun.
-I don’t want you to stay!"

She was being harsh but his insistence was pissing her off. Kit sighed.

"Baby girl, you’re being rude.
-I know but I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go. Jesus Christ! Is that so hard to understand? I think I’ve been saying it for over a fucking hour.
-Fine! Stay! Mark, it’s not going to get better. I know my sister. She’s terribly pigheaded.
-I’m there Kit! I can hear you!
-I hope you do.
-Have a good night!
-Oh! WE will."

Bette waited for them to be gone.  She was relieved to be finally alone and decided to go to the beach.  There was a girl sitting near the sea.  She approached her with precaution.

"I wish I had a boyfriend."

She heard her saying probably thinking she was addressing herself to someone she knew.  Bette thought it was pretty ironic considering the fact that at the exact same time she was wishing the contrary. 

“Do you?” she asked with laugher in her voice. 

The girl twitched and looked at her in a funny way.  Bette was awfully uncomfortable. She hated does kind of situation.  She was thinking of leaving but there was something about that girl that made her curious. 

"Can I sit with you?"

She said as she was taking place next to the girl vaguely looking at her…and the, everything stopped.  It was if all her life Bette had waited for that particular moment.  A strange feeling was rushing trough her veins faster then the tide of the sea that she couldn’t hear anymore.

"Why do you bother asking if you don’t even wait for my answer to sit?”

Bette was feeling outrageously uninvited but at that second even if she had wanted to leave she couldn’t have because she was completely stupefied.  She could hardly open her mouth to say.

-I’m polite…"

Bette was barely able to think and all she could manage to do is smile, sensing her heart beat strongly in her chest.