Despite what Cathy said, you still have a lingering interest in seeing what it would be like to change. But you
know what happens to those who are changed, and you're not prepared to join them any time soon.
You spend the afternoon sunning yourself in the heat. That is, until a guy approaches you with a drink. Forcing
it into your hand, he takes a seat next to you.
"What's your name, babe?" He slurs, already slightly drink. Looking over at him, you see he isn't much. A little
overweight, not so good looking. But still, it's another customer. You smile back.
"Forget my name," you reply. "Let's find somewhere quiet to talk."