"Heya." Cocky grin.
"Hey Race." Cockier grin. "What're you doing here?" A challenge.
"Do I need a reason?" Raised eyebrows, innocent stature; a response.
"No, no, you never do." Wistful tone, captured and held back; a defeat.
Smiles and spitshakes. Something hiding behind the laughter in twin pairs of unreadable eyes, one black-brown, one piercing blue.
Quirk of an eyebrow, jerk of a head. Two figures disappearing around a corner to pretend that all is right with the world. Parting smiles that fade once backs are turned. They walk with only bitter, unfulfilled yearnings for company, thoughts they must ignore.