Five Meets Four

She lived in a van. Completely on her very own. She had chosen this herself. She did not want company. She loved the ocean's sounds. She lived next to it. Always listening for its changes. She adored things of five. She had five green plants. Five fingers on each hand. Spoke in sentences of five. She listened to five albums. The same ones over again. She loved being 25 years. 5 times 5 was 25. Perfect age, she thought happily. One day she met someone. A young man walking around. He was picking sea shells. But only four of them. It annoyed her a bit. He just needed one more. Pick up one more, please. She talked to herself sometimes. She watched him walking about. Finally, she couldn't stop herself. "Why only 4 sea shells?" He looked at her surprised. "Didn't expect company here." "Well, neither did I, sir." "4 is just great." "No, 5 is way better." "4 can make do." "I don't think so, Mr." "I am Mr. Fourly." "I'm Anna, plane old Anna." "You're not that old." "Maybe my face is lying." "Lying about exactly what?" "The years underneath it, hiding." "You're a strange girl." "You're a more strange man." "Hm, perhaps I am." "Can I help you collect?" "I only need four." "I'll take the fifth ones." "Why would you, Anna?" "In case you need it." "Let's see if I will."