"Why are you running?", I thought. I pursued. I lost sight.
"Oh he is running too?"...
I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked that way and came to a stop. It was taking both of us a while to catch our breath. I was confused as to how I got ahead. There was an incomprehensible smile strained under heavy breathing and a tilted head shouldered by the hands on hips, hardly held together by tired knees. "Doesn't usually run", I thought. I am out of shape myself.
"OK. Let's go.", I was told. I looked at the runner. I turned in the other direction to see if there was a bench. None there. I started to stroll ahead in search of one. Let her run.