Left was thinking about Right again. Right was silent with tangled feet and moldable palms.
Left walked forward and reflected on her surroundings. A linear setting with its poised, pleasant path.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the silent figure of Right.

Left gulped.

Left grabbed a round block of concrete that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Left stepped back and Right came closer, she could see the stingy glint in his eye.
Left looked back, even more determined and still fingering the concrete.

There was rock music playing in the background and two uncles jumped to the beat.