The honey blonde.

You walk up to the girl under the tree. "Hi," you say.

She looks up at you. "Hi yourself. Could you move, you're blocking my sun."

"Sure thing," you say, moving. "I'm Simon."

"Simone," she says. "Pleased to meet you."

"Wow, what are the odds?" you ask.

"Pretty good, it's not like their weird names or anything. Sit down next to me."

You feel a momentary urge to sit down next to her. Although you were planning to do so anyway, you fight the urge and stay standing, just to make sure you're still in control.

She looks up at you. "Huh? Should have expected that, your name being Simon and all. So Simon, been to any good parties lately?"