She met Matt while surfing; they didn't see each other except out on the water. Even though they weren't surfing now, they were together. There was a storm, and instead of going to their respective homes, they went to the top of the lighthouse for shelter. The keeper made them each a mug of coffee, and gave them blankets to keep warm.
Amanda stood up and looked behind her; the sun had set, and it would dark in only a few minutes. Matt stood up with her, although he didn't say anything.
"I should probably get home," she said.
"You probably should," he replied. They stood in silence for another couple of minutes, but Amanda made no move to leave. "Why don't I walk you home?" he asked her.
"Hey, just because it's dark and I'll be alone doesn't mean I need someone to escort me. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"Oh yeah, I forgot," he said, slightly sarcastically. "You're a feminist."
"What's that supposed to mean? I really can take care of myself. It has nothing to do with feminism."
"Okay then. If you say so." He put his blanket under his arm, and started to go down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Amanda shouted after him. "You can't really be that upset because I wouldn't let you walk me home."
Matt didn't respond, and Amanda watched as his head finally disappeared. She didn't really know what the big deal was. She watched the clouds change colors.