The voice belonged to an old man, frail with freckles. He had a bent back and talked very slowly. He had a pleasable smile and nodded at me. The man had a formal outfit on. I wondered who was it, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not think of anyone I know which looked like that. I assumed that the man just wanted to talk.

"Hello, Ms. Lucia! I am Mr..."

Before the man could finish the sentence, I turned around to see Matilda running towards her.

"Oh! There you are!" Matilda exclaimed, running over to my side. She too did not know who the man was, taking a long look with a frowning expression.

"Lucia!" Matilda muttered, "I thought you promised that you would never talk to strangers."

"And who is..." Matilda gesturing at the man. She did not know what to say, words dying on her lips.

After a long awkward glance, the man finally said: "I am Mr. Turner."

I remembered that the man had called her Ms. Lucia, so I tried to be polite.

"Mr. Turner, who are you?"

Matilda rolled her eyes, knowing that this would be a long discussion. Wanting to ride her bike, she was clearly annoyed. "Now, please leave me and my friend alone."

The man looked at us, noticing that Matilda was frowning and tapping her foot. Knowing that this is not the time, he sadly turned around and left.

"Who was that?" asked Matilda, frustrated that I had been late to meet her.

"I don't know." I replied, not knowing what answer would be best.

"Let's go," Matilda said, glancing at me, just to see if I was offended. I obediently followed Matilda as we headed to the park. In the big park, there was a cycling track which had slopes, bumps, and turns. 

Matilda's bicycle was a pink bicycle, with ribbons and a bell, a new bicycle which is the kind I hoped for. Not letting Matilda see my admiring face, I headed to the track to wait for Matilda.

So we girls rode around the cycling track in the park, having fun in the autumn breeze. As we were cycling, I wondered what would happen if my old bicycle was swapped to Matilda's new bicycle. As I was thinking, Matilda's gasp brought my attention back.