... why is he asking? I reply, "I'm heading over to my friend's and then we're going out to dinner." This isn't a lie. I really am going to my friend's so we can go to dinner. "Have a good time, and I'll see you around." Derek says. "You too... bye." I walk away. Hmmm... I wonder. Interesting character. However, I do not see him around, nor do I see anyone else around, because after this day, I no longer have time to visit the park. Instead, I study for my finals.

Fast forward 3 months, and I am back in the park. It is a gorgeous day, sky blue as can be, not a cloud in the sky, no smog or pollution visible either. The sun is shining and smiling, and I am in the most wonderful mood. Classes have just began this week, but I have no classes this day; thus the reason I am at the park. I am wearing a tanktop and jeans, with my American pop. music class' text in my bag. I find a nice, sunny spot on the Oval Lawn and sit myself down. Ahhh... how wonderful it is to lie in the sun again. It's no beach, mind you, but in the city, beggars cannot be choosers. After about half an hour, I decide that I don't want tan lines, as I've already several funny ones. I kick myself for not thinking ahead while dressing this morning. I roll up my jeans and my tanktop, baring some skin, oh my! Then I lounge in the grass while listening to how my body is a wonderland... ahhh.... I change discs and listen to Norah Jones. Her songs are so soothing, I feel myself dozing off. As I raise myself up to put my book in my bag, I see an old man wearing a polo shirt and khaki shorts walk by and sit down. I think nothing of this. Five minutes later I look up and around, and OH. MY. GOODNESS. Old man is wearing a thong! Black ones! Eww eww eww!!!!! A large, already-tanned body, is lying on its back, stomach resembling a small dome... oh gross. I inch forwards, farther away from this man. Then I lie on my back, look up at the sky, and try to think of happy thoughts. Happy thoughts, Minerva, happy thoughts. Mmmm... ocean, sky, sand, waves, the fun times with my friends back home this summer... ahhh... good. Good thoughts. Clean thoughts. The vocals of Ms. Jones put me to sleep, and I don't wake until... oh, about an hour later. I look up, and the sun is still shining as bright as it was before. I turn my head, and lying diagonal from me is...