Its night time and Cindy, a fourteen year old girl, is sitting on a log, on a hill, jotting down notes on her notepad. Lance, a boy same age, enters and sits beside her. Cindy tries to ignore him and continues on writing.
Lance: So… a lot of stars out there tonight.
Cindy turns away from Lance clearly showing a dislike to him.
Lance: Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot back there and I thought it would be better if we were to, you know, start over by introducing ourselves. So you are…?
Cindy sighs with annoyance and fuss.
Lance: Oh come on; since we’re gonna be working together for the whole semester, you might as well be telling me your name. So how about it?
Lance: Well, nice to meet you, Sydney, my name’s…
Cindy: Wait, what?
Lance: Did I say something wrong?
Cindy: Uh, yeah, my name. It’s Cindy.
Lance: That’s what I said, Sydney.
Cindy: No, you’re saying Sydney, my name is Cindy.