Beth jumped to her feet, spilling coffee all over the bench, her pie now being enjoyed by the ants.  Turning, she faced a man she didn't know, and yet he knew her.  "Who are you?"  Her voice soft at first, then her anger building for him coming up from behind her.  "And how do you know my name?!!"  Quickly, she snatched her purse off the bench, holding it out so the coffee that had gathered beneath it would finish dripping off.<br/>