Walking away, she feels dejected and rejected. It's not fair. It's just not right that its never her. She doesn't WANT to be picked up. She doesn't even want to have to entertain some guy at the beach when she came to enjoy the sun bathed day. Yet she feels a pang when he passes her and talks to her friend instead. She's probably had too much, she thinks. Time to go home. She shouts her friend's name. In the sweetest voice she can muster. Oscar worthy, she thinks.